Post by TimLynn on Sept 14, 2013 13:12:15 GMT
EDIT: This is NO LONGER cannon for yorrick. For those who don't know or are new to the server this was his end back on apollo, after he realized he was in essence a mass murderer.... He is more refined now, with a better back story and such, although he is in essence the same guy.
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*You hear the fuss of back ground noise as the recording starts*
“This is Yorrick Lagrange. Serial number 8.6.2.2.1. For the record”
*A heavy sigh*
“ I’ve been thinking, ever since I have been posted here, my views of the world have changed. People aren’t just scenery any more, or targets, or obstacles… There alive, every single one of them. They have their own friends, families, loves, hates fears…They are all alive. I’m not a religious man, you can’t be in my…profession….I don’t know if you go on to some higher plain or if your life, your experiences, just end. Although that’s just it isn’t it, puff, your gone, all you life meant nothing because someone just killed you before you could do anything with it.”
* A sigh then the hiss of a bottle being opened*
“Then what does that make me? How am I entitled to turn off the light off peoples existence, how many of them would have gone on to do great things, all of them would have gone on to do something at least if I had dent come along.”
“My education, Hell my upbringing, made me look at the world as a task at a time, never to look back, just to do the job in front of you and move on to the next one. Never any time for thought, just target after target after target”
“Looking back now, how many people have I killed, how many lives have I ended, how many families have I destroyed by killing a mother, or a father, a wife or a husband, or a son, or a daughter. They must number in the hundreds…. What gives me that right? What gives anyone that right?... To extinguish existence like that…. no one has that right. For such thoughtless slaughter, to kill because its easy and more convenient to people who never get their hands dirty, who don’t have to live with the shame of it, like I’m doing now. Who spend their entire lives away from all the muck and the fallout of such violence… Such people are those who we choose to follow, who some of us are raised to follow…”
*A pause as the still full bottle is emptied of its contents*
“No more, tonight, in this tiny green room, I swear that this is the last time I kill without a reason. I don’t care if there is an afterlife or not, but if there is one I’m going to right some wrongs before I get there, and hope someone understands….”
*The Hiss of another bottle being opened*
“Someone who I consider a friend said to me today that the way they dealt with the things they had done in their past was to drink and get high. I think they were wrong, their way just makes you forget, then wake up the next morning with nothing changed. I’m going to try to change….something…anything. There will be time for forgetting later, once I’m either dead, or standing tall with my mission done, and a noose around my neck.”
“There is a cargo hauler docked not far from my apartment, I asked the skipper and he says its old but bluespace capable, It should get me to where I need to go. I just hope he is not on board in and hour or so when NanoTransen gets its first kick up its corporate Arse in far to long. Ill include bluespace coordinates if who ever finds this is misguided enough to join me.”
“I’ll going to encrypt this as best I can, It just felt wrong to leave without saying goodbye, I can’t do it face to face, so this will have to do. I just hope that someone comes looking for me when I don’t show up tomorrow.”
“This is Yorrick Lagrange, black listed marine sergeant and security guard, signing off for the last time.”
*The recording ends*
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*You hear the fuss of back ground noise as the recording starts*
“This is Yorrick Lagrange. Serial number 8.6.2.2.1. For the record”
*A heavy sigh*
“ I’ve been thinking, ever since I have been posted here, my views of the world have changed. People aren’t just scenery any more, or targets, or obstacles… There alive, every single one of them. They have their own friends, families, loves, hates fears…They are all alive. I’m not a religious man, you can’t be in my…profession….I don’t know if you go on to some higher plain or if your life, your experiences, just end. Although that’s just it isn’t it, puff, your gone, all you life meant nothing because someone just killed you before you could do anything with it.”
* A sigh then the hiss of a bottle being opened*
“Then what does that make me? How am I entitled to turn off the light off peoples existence, how many of them would have gone on to do great things, all of them would have gone on to do something at least if I had dent come along.”
“My education, Hell my upbringing, made me look at the world as a task at a time, never to look back, just to do the job in front of you and move on to the next one. Never any time for thought, just target after target after target”
“Looking back now, how many people have I killed, how many lives have I ended, how many families have I destroyed by killing a mother, or a father, a wife or a husband, or a son, or a daughter. They must number in the hundreds…. What gives me that right? What gives anyone that right?... To extinguish existence like that…. no one has that right. For such thoughtless slaughter, to kill because its easy and more convenient to people who never get their hands dirty, who don’t have to live with the shame of it, like I’m doing now. Who spend their entire lives away from all the muck and the fallout of such violence… Such people are those who we choose to follow, who some of us are raised to follow…”
*A pause as the still full bottle is emptied of its contents*
“No more, tonight, in this tiny green room, I swear that this is the last time I kill without a reason. I don’t care if there is an afterlife or not, but if there is one I’m going to right some wrongs before I get there, and hope someone understands….”
*The Hiss of another bottle being opened*
“Someone who I consider a friend said to me today that the way they dealt with the things they had done in their past was to drink and get high. I think they were wrong, their way just makes you forget, then wake up the next morning with nothing changed. I’m going to try to change….something…anything. There will be time for forgetting later, once I’m either dead, or standing tall with my mission done, and a noose around my neck.”
“There is a cargo hauler docked not far from my apartment, I asked the skipper and he says its old but bluespace capable, It should get me to where I need to go. I just hope he is not on board in and hour or so when NanoTransen gets its first kick up its corporate Arse in far to long. Ill include bluespace coordinates if who ever finds this is misguided enough to join me.”
“I’ll going to encrypt this as best I can, It just felt wrong to leave without saying goodbye, I can’t do it face to face, so this will have to do. I just hope that someone comes looking for me when I don’t show up tomorrow.”
“This is Yorrick Lagrange, black listed marine sergeant and security guard, signing off for the last time.”
*The recording ends*