I started work at Mr. Cid's shop today. It's been pretty crazy. The customers haven't been so bad but some of the other folks have been. Like, some crazy guy came in and held a gun on one of the customers and Mr. Cid. And then some crazy monster tore a whole in the ceiling
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Shinji? He sounds like a pretty cool guy. I mean, I guess he does sound a lot like me. Do you guys really do a lot of fighting where you are from? I mean, I guess I did but it was a sport - a game! It wasn't real.
Really? Awesome! Yeah, I mean, the folks who found me figured that I must be fourteen or fifteen because I was about the same height and looked the same age as their son Hayner. But I don't really know what happened. I just woke up one day in this courtyard under this giant clock tower in Twilight Town. I remember... a few things from being little. I think I do anyways. Something about a beach... when I think about it it's really fuzzy but I know there was a beach. But... I don't remember much more than that.
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In my place, we did a lot of fighting, real fighting. But we use a robot that we control so it is not really us fighting. I don't think it really makes much difference though, considering that when the robot is 'injured' we feel the pain and get injured also. I won't admit it to the people in my world, but I feel sick of fighting also, most of the time. I just don't want them to see me as a coward.
So you live with foster parents? I do too, but I remember everything about my childhood. So you suppose you used to live by the beach when you were small? Is there a beach near this Twilight Town? Maybe your parents are still somewhere there?
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You got hurt when the robots did? What did you even fight for? You fought for real but why? And, you know, I guess I worried a lot about being called a wuss, too... that's why I started doing Struggle Battle in the first place. Everyone else did. If you didn't, you were a loser or you were too afraid.
You didn't live with your parents either? Did you atleast know them? I wish I knew mine. Hayner's folks were great though. They found me on the street and took me in without a second thought. But I wish knew who my folks were.
I guess I must have lived near a beach back when I was a kid. But I don't remember much about it. Just the sounds and the water... and the smell. But there aren't any beaches around Twilight Town like that. none at all. Just rocky, grassy ledges that drop off into the ocean. It's not a big place so it'd be easy to find... and the few sand dunes we hvae out in the country... they don't have the trees that this place did. And they don't have the amount of sun and warmth... It's hard to compare the places they are so different...
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Yea, so if the robot's arm gets cut off mine gets cut off also. I fight to protect the people from these invaders called Cruel Angels. They are giants also, and very powerful. Now, I think it is better to be called a wuss than to fight for something you don't believe in. I don't think I fought to not be called a wuss, I just needed a reason for life, kind of.
Yea, I don't live with my biological parents. I wish I have never known them it would have been much easier to live with. You see, my mom hung herself when I was eight and then my dad ran off and remarried right away. He didn't even want to claim me so I was given up for adoption. I hate them. I wish I can love my parents even if I don't know who they are.
Hmm... could it be possible that you were actually from this world that has beaches and stuff and then you were transported to this Twilight Town and then to here? Just wondering, I'm getting really weird here.
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It's crazy how those robots work! I mean, it's just... it's so harsh, man. And, you know, I wish I could just meet my parents once to see if I hated them... :-/
You know, the whole idea about being from another world... it never would have occured to me just last week. But now that I am here... I just never realized there WERE other worlds. Now, I guess... I guess I could be from somewhere else...
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