Post by jtod on Dec 29, 2016 5:11:12 GMT
The holotape would begin to play.
The sounds of distant gunfire and explosions would be in the background. After about a couple minutes, a man would begin to speak. His voice would be distorted and echo.
"For the first time in... years, I am sober."
"There it is. The green flare. Victory. Greystone... is no more."
The man pauses.
"I did it. I destroyed the town. They're gone. I've won."
"And yet, I didn't. Nothing, nothing has changed."
Screaming and gunfire would be audible in the tape, then fade out.
"I knew it was wrong. Wrong, to send my men to their deaths. To slaughter the town and enslave the survivors."
"Did they really think they had a chance, against the Warhounds, the Legion, the Apache, and the other gangs?"
"How many raiders with kids have I sentenced to death? How many townie lives have I ruined?"
"So many dead, over a single girl. All caused by me. All because I couldn't let go. I couldn't wake up."
"All over a dead girl. A dead girl, named Stacy."
"She was never... really, alive."
"I've watched her for so many years. Cared for her. When she was born, she was different. Didn't cry. Didn't react to anything. You'd think the baby was dead if it wasn't breathing."
"We fed it, still. Cared for it. Told ourselves, that, 'little Stacy will grow out of it.' And she didn't."
"She was, ten, maybe, when I killed her mother. She yelled at me, told me to put the 'little retard out of its misery.' And then, the psycho took over. I beat her to death. And I looked over, and I saw my little girl. Just watching. Emotionless. No reaction. No tears, no fear."
"She was a fucking vegetable. She never grew out of it, despite my prayers, despite my begging, despite my sacrifices."
"I took more chems. I liked to pretend that she was, alive. Pretend she wasn't in a coma."
"And I was happy."
"She's still dead. And now, I've caused many more to die, over my little girl. My little, braindead girl."
"I've won. I thought, thought that, if I won, if I killed them all, thought I might feel again."
"And I feel nothing."
"No happiness, no joy. Nothing. The Petes, if they survived this battle, they are probably celebrating. Hooping and hollering over the victory over town. But I feel nothing."
"So many dead, and nothing has changed. Not one, fucking, thing."
The man is silent for a couple minutes, distant gunfire crackling in the background.
"My name is Toaster."
Minutes would slowly pass of just the ambience, before the man speaks, his electronically distorted words echoing,
"Stacy, I won't be long."