Destroyer9283

Two roads parallel to each other in an open plain And here I find myself once again, Trotting upon the road overcome with wear and tear, Dealt upon by the multitudes that have passed me by The two roads are separated by a river Always different depending on which side you're on From here, the river is deep and vicious, Jagged rocks stick out like untreated teeth It is impossible to pass with one's strength Many have tried and failed They find themselves back on the torn path Ready to continue their journey I look in front, I look in the back And the view is very much the same People laughing, people talking People coming, peop

To: The TSI Chat Room Members May this be a dedication to all my friends: Whether I'm typing out a conversation on dA Or talking to you guys on Skype No more sour or negative emotions Only continuous appreciation for what I have Which, frankly, is a lot. You are all truly the greatest friends I have It's been three years since I created the chat room And what a three years it's been. You guys have been awesome and accepting friends. I have nothing to complain about. Thank you all so much. Never stop being awesome. From: Destroyer9283

----Shared Loneliness---- The truck came to a screeching halt. Destroyer almost collided with the front wall, had it not been for his quick reflexes. As the driver opened his door, Lily quickly regained her composure, put her helmet back on, and grabbed Destroyer's arm "Don't take this personally; it's just a part of the job" she whispered. Her voice still sounded strained from the crying, and Destroyer couldn't imagine how she was going to cover it up. He nodded just as the door opened. As if on cue, Lily bellowed, "All right, get out of the truck, you! We got better things to do than haul you all over the country!" The guard chuckled as

----Shared Loneliness---- "Is this my destiny? Was this where I was supposed to be sent? Why would my fate be like that?" Destroyer walked down the darkened corridors of the facility. He was half asleep, but the constant shoving behind him reminded him to stay awake, lest he would want to be shoved again. He had never been down these parts of the facility; the "social" areas. The cafeterias, recreation rooms, and even some gymnasiums. Each one was filled with men and women, paying no attention to the group of soldiers walking past them. "So, why can't I go come over here, huh? I'm no different from them." Destroyer asked. The guards didn'

----Shared Loneliness---- Mark Johnson: Nickname "Destroyer", Subject 9283. "This is what I will be known as for the rest of my life, and never will I forget what has happened" he vowed. He sat on his cot, in the same dark room, with the same dark past. It had been months since his incident, trying to break out with the electric blade, and now, all the depression, anger and sadness that had been washed about by the initial shock of his operation was now coming back to him. Worst of all, it didn't seem to let up, even as time quickly sped on. Since the events that had taken away everything that he cared about, Destroyer now truly realized w

----The Swordsman---- After continuous practice with the blade (which seemed like days for Destroyer, when it was really only a couple of hours), he began to understand the blade's power. The electric "charge" of the blade increased with the increase of his rage. At the moment, this burst of rage was fueled by Dr. Robinson, who spat out sarcastic comments every time Destroyer swiped the blade. After what seemed like an eternity, Destroyer was directed back to his room, where he collapsed in a heap. He had faced obstacles when he roamed across the dead land, searching for survivors. It made him strong and fit. But these practice sessions wer

----The Swordsman---- Destroyer took a quick look around the training room while he sat down to relax. There were only a few bring lights on the roof, but nothing else was in the room. He took another look at his new weapon, and even though it just seemed like a regular sword, there was something...eerie about it. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed as though there was a power in there he couldn't quite describe. He was soon broken out of his trance when Robinson once again came on the intercom. "Man, couldn't he be nice enough to at least show up in person?" Then again, what did he care? He still had to do what he said, whether

----Living Humanoid---- Destroyer had seen a lot of high tech weapons. He had seen them in TV shows, news sites, and even through his own father, who worked for a military weapon factory. His dad had always shown him the newest "gadgets". Oh course, he wasn't able to go into the factory, due to his age, but he still enjoyed looking at pictures of all the latest technology. Recalling this made him depressed; an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. How he missed his father and the rest of his family! Normally, he would try to get his mind off of them to prevent showing any emotion, but as he made his way to the weaponry storage, he couldn't

----Living Humanoid---- Mark gave him a double take. He couldn't even ask him what exactly what he meant, cause there was no other way for him to explain it. He was trapped here. As he looked upon Robinson (who was smiling at him), he grew even more furious. The only he wanted was to go and escape. But now that he knew that he controlled his new body, he was trapped. The only other question that came to mind was: "Alright, fine. Since you have me cornered here, what do want me to do?" Robinson grew serious now. "To answer this, we must first prepare you for what we have in store for you.  I'll be sending guards to guide you to th

----Searching for Survivors---- Mark sighed with relief as he looked at the deserted city. Many of the buildings were still standing, but they looked like the ruins of an ancient city. Except instead of stone pyramids and brick temples, these were modern skyscrapers towering towards the sky. Most of the windows were either shattered or cracked, leaving shards of glass throughout the streets. Mark slid down a large hill and quickly found himself on the main street. Most of the city still looked intact, but it was lifeless and quiet. The only sound was his deep breathing. He made his way through the streets, trying to find any sign of surviva