Mistwalker
Gold Member
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2007
- Messages
- 19,023
One day your standing on top of a building during the normal rush hour, just enjoying the sunny weather and eating your lunch while trying to not get chili stains on a light colored shirt. Looking around at the surrealism of the landscape, and musing over the absence of people and vehicles in an all-but-empty city park and the uncrowded streets below. Spending your evenings trying to understand all that is really going on.
Then a few days later your standing on top of the same building, musing on the shouts of the angry crowd in the park below, and the landscape being bathed in blue from the dozens of law enforcement vehicles that have the park surrounded. Spending your nights holding impromptu classes on how to cope with very specific situations with methods you learned while going through Advanced Infantry Training and N.B.C. school.
Truth really is so much stranger than fiction.


Then a few days later your standing on top of the same building, musing on the shouts of the angry crowd in the park below, and the landscape being bathed in blue from the dozens of law enforcement vehicles that have the park surrounded. Spending your nights holding impromptu classes on how to cope with very specific situations with methods you learned while going through Advanced Infantry Training and N.B.C. school.


Truth really is so much stranger than fiction.
Last edited: