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First-person Sample:
Ow.
Just…just OW.
This is what I’m talking about, you see? You see what it is I’m talking about? One minute you’re fine, I’m fine, I was fine, and the next, BAM, you’re on the front line, serving a system that you probably don’t even like! I don’t! I never did! I can’t even think of any possible reason why they want me here! If anything I’m going to be a liability! And, what’s more, I will do it completely deliberately! They think they had a chance in this war? Lets see what they think when their number one soldiers are all…all… Oh I don’t know, sulking in my bunk on a hunger strike…or…some other kind of strike that will leave me less hungry…
Bastards…I’ll show them all…
Third-person Sample:It was a fairly common call, domestic dispute, raised voices, trouble in the air. He really hadn't expected it to amount to much more than him turning up, looking stern and giving them the big bad cop line about a night in the cells and thinking about the neighbors and behaving like mature adults. What Matt had not expected was to hear the snatch of an angry voice inside his head whispering, "If that fucking pig tries to come in here I'll blow the door off"
Not exactly a comforting sound to hear from what was meant to be a nice, simple domestic disturbance case, and Matt knows that if he's smart he'll call for backup and stay the hell away. The only flaw in this otherwise immaculate plan, is that he can hear the mans wife in there, sobbing frightened, desperate sobs and that vicious whisper inside his head is talking about what he'll do to her if she doesn't shut the fuck up and Matt just knows that if he goes to call for backup then they'll be too late, and even though it's not the smart thing to do, even though he can hear that bastard whispering about how there'll be two bodies on the floor if he tries to kick that door in, even though this is the most stupid absurd insane chance to take, he just doesn't think he could sleep at night if he didn't take it.
The next few hours are a blur, something to do with gunshots and narrow escapes and his chief wanting to know why the hell he felt the need to kick down the door on a routine domestic dispute, even though everyone's really glad he did, and eventually he winds up just wanting to get away from it all. His head is screaming and the thoughts of the city all seem to be attacking him at the same time and really, he just wants to down three bottles worth of codine and pretend he's on a different planet for a while. He doesn't have any codine though, so he heads for the first bar he can find, pushes open the door, and is struck by the sudden uncanny sensation that Matt Parkman, is definitely not in Kansas anymore.
Ow.
Just…just OW.
This is what I’m talking about, you see? You see what it is I’m talking about? One minute you’re fine, I’m fine, I was fine, and the next, BAM, you’re on the front line, serving a system that you probably don’t even like! I don’t! I never did! I can’t even think of any possible reason why they want me here! If anything I’m going to be a liability! And, what’s more, I will do it completely deliberately! They think they had a chance in this war? Lets see what they think when their number one soldiers are all…all… Oh I don’t know, sulking in my bunk on a hunger strike…or…some other kind of strike that will leave me less hungry…
Bastards…I’ll show them all…
Third-person Sample:It was a fairly common call, domestic dispute, raised voices, trouble in the air. He really hadn't expected it to amount to much more than him turning up, looking stern and giving them the big bad cop line about a night in the cells and thinking about the neighbors and behaving like mature adults. What Matt had not expected was to hear the snatch of an angry voice inside his head whispering, "If that fucking pig tries to come in here I'll blow the door off"
Not exactly a comforting sound to hear from what was meant to be a nice, simple domestic disturbance case, and Matt knows that if he's smart he'll call for backup and stay the hell away. The only flaw in this otherwise immaculate plan, is that he can hear the mans wife in there, sobbing frightened, desperate sobs and that vicious whisper inside his head is talking about what he'll do to her if she doesn't shut the fuck up and Matt just knows that if he goes to call for backup then they'll be too late, and even though it's not the smart thing to do, even though he can hear that bastard whispering about how there'll be two bodies on the floor if he tries to kick that door in, even though this is the most stupid absurd insane chance to take, he just doesn't think he could sleep at night if he didn't take it.
The next few hours are a blur, something to do with gunshots and narrow escapes and his chief wanting to know why the hell he felt the need to kick down the door on a routine domestic dispute, even though everyone's really glad he did, and eventually he winds up just wanting to get away from it all. His head is screaming and the thoughts of the city all seem to be attacking him at the same time and really, he just wants to down three bottles worth of codine and pretend he's on a different planet for a while. He doesn't have any codine though, so he heads for the first bar he can find, pushes open the door, and is struck by the sudden uncanny sensation that Matt Parkman, is definitely not in Kansas anymore.