Revolution Radio (Operation No Control)

An intense burning feeling spread throughout my already weakened chest as the blast of energy struck me, making my limbs fell limb and crumple to the floor in utter defeat. I was dead. I knew it. I could feel the sensations of my organs shutting down as my eyes, which were no doubt already glazing over in death, flickered over to the image of Party Poison lying limp against the wall, Korse lying dead next to him. Poison’s eyes were closed, giving me the sense that he had finally found peace. After years of Zonerunning he never once looked at peace with himself until now.

Which did hurt a little bit to see.

I hated the sight of this. I hated the situation that got us all ghosted. I hated seeing Kobra Kid go down, the Dracs surrounding us with more blasts of energy from their rayguns and their ugly masks being the last thing that the poor Kid would ever see. I almost wanted to die already, just so I could never see this again. Even though my body was shutting down, my heart still ached at this sight in front of me, as my dying eyes took in everything they could in these few moments I had left on this terrible Earth.

I saw Jet Star try to run out with Grace, but was struck with a blast to the shoulder. My hearing seemingly wasn't working then, so it could only hear white noise as I saw Jet beg her to go with the others in the car, before being dusted by a shot to the back. My heart ached to die, so I didn't have to watch helplessly as my friends were ghosted, dusted right in front of me. This was torture. Pure torture. I shouldn't have to watch this.

As Dracs stormed the place, I felt some pick up my body. Even though I didn't have the strength, I so desperately wanted to wrench my body out of their slimy hands, wanting to die out on the place where I finally fitted in. I wanted to crawl out of Battery City, even if it was indeed the last thing I did, and lie in the hot sun. The sand would dig into my back, pressing heat into my body. But I wouldn't care. I finally found a good life here, and the BLI had to go and fuck it up, as usual. But really, what could you expect from a company like this?

Suddenly, I felt my heart cease to beat, and I felt my lips curl upwards into a smile. I was finally dead. Black clouded my vision, and I kept on smiling through weird looks from the Dracs carrying me as I closed my eyes and ceased to exist.

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Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see…

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