ima civilian

no training

odd aint it despite facing my fate i still wont swing my sword at society

i just want an honest conversation at this point

this guy is a troll or a mega schizo, saw him on another server saying the exact same thing

na im legit sorry

i know no one believes me prob better that way

i just want to say my peace before the end

case of bad luck and mistaken identity

pretty much

story of my life

ahhhh

hmm

sorry tho

i just wish i could have one honest conversation before the end

mmmm, ok

sorry i sound like a larper

my problem is its a coping mechanism due to extreme stress

i mean nothing by it

but my defense how could anyone remain entirely calm

even their best couldnt

and they are trained

no one could

thats the sad part

but here i sit calmly

im not acting out other than typing and im not doing much

im being purposely vague

my fate wont change

but ill at least say my peace

anyway sorry

im going to get the cruelest fate even concieved by man

and im not even some evil piece of shit

all because of public perception

so by that logic because the mob deems something is bad it must be

so if the mob says kill a child because its bad its bad

even if the evidence is something else entirely

all to send a message

they will condemn me

The aura of intimacy between Gatsby and Daisy could be quantified, as Gatsby began unbuttoning his plain navy blue clothes. Suddenly a single Arabic man, dressed in military gear of considerable physique burst thru from the roof. Roof tiles and roofing lay scattered all over the floor. Daisy initially screamed and in a panic jumped for the corner of the room - avoiding any harm to herself. Gatsby, just as shocked as Daisy - but with a less reaction, simply flinched hard in his seat. The dust had not yet settled but it had gone down enough to be able to see. It was now apparent the man had come down from a rope attached to a helicopter. The man stood with one arm pointed up, holding his AK-47 towards the roof. The Arabic man was wearing military clothing, with a thick black beard, sunglasses, and a commander’s hat.

“STOP!” Commanded the Arabic Man. “I AM ALU BASHAR THE SUPREME COMMANDER OF THE SYRIAN REVOLUTIONARY ARMY” He announced.
“GATSBY, PLEASURES OF WOMEN ARE TEMPORARY - BUT THE GLORY OF BATTLE IS FOREVER! COME WITH ME AND LET US BRING JUSTICE TO SYRIA!” Alu Bashar thundered.

i simply ask i am to face my fate but how is that just

my only question