*022CENA. (i'm not afraid)
To whom it may motherfucking concern;
GET THE FUCK OUT. We're tired of you, we're tired of the blockade, you aren't doing anything useful, you're going to fucking die, and I know you can't handle that many more dead men on your side of no man's land. I don't care what you think you're doing, GET THE FUCK OUT before you get hurt. Goddamn, I don't know how to motherfucking get this through to you. We don't want you here. You don't need to be here. Get the fuck out of here before you all die, because I swear to God, you're all going to if you don't pull out soon.
I can't tell you how I know what I know, or even what I know, but you need to trust that I have your motherfucking best interests in mind, even though you've never returned the goddamn motherfucking favor. You need to fucking trust me and BACK THE FUCK DOWN and let that be that, because you don't even know what you're getting into. There is no training that could possibly prepare you for what you're getting into; there is no simulation that could've possibly prepared you for this, and you do not want this to go down. You do not want this shit to go down. I know you don't believe me, and I know that I have virtually no chance of stopping this, but you know what else I know?
That if you guys do not get the fuck out of our district we are going to completely destroy you. And that cannot happen. There are plenty of people in Curia who really do need your help, who really do need your support and your protection, and you are strapping them to the front of a gun, here. You need to pack your shit up and go back to Ceno and take care of the people who need taking care of. If we destroy you, we're inadvertently destroying them, and you have no idea how much you do not want that to happen.
Get the fuck out now, for the love of all things holy.
Sincerely,
Nonipara Sophismata
F R I E N D S O N L Y;
They've been trying to send me letters. The fosters I mean. I know because that sort of shit gets around. Apparently, it's been making it to the post office and not much further. I don't even want to look at them. There's just stacks and stacks and they're thick and nervous-looking. I don't like it. (If I'd thought about them once or twice since I left I wouldn't feel so bad about it, but I haven't, and especially not recently. It was kind of deliberate, you know? Like, I wanted to suppress all that. The only pepole I've worried about at all are my little brothers, and that's just because they're little, not because they can't take care of themselves. I mean, we're not even family. The government just wants someone to send the welfare checks to. I don't care if they don't know I'm gone yet, but I mean, they probably do. I mean, it's still law for me to go to school, isn't it? And I haven't been so I figure, you know. They know. Like, they think I ran away or some shit.)
They've been telling me stories though, now that they know I shouldn't really be here. The post office workers, I mean. They get a lot of stowaways, or whatever they're called. See a lot of kids come and then go back because they can't handle the things that go on here. Can't believe that some of the stuff that goes on in Cena could go on anywhere. Can't believe the government would condone stuff like that. I'm not worried about those stories, really. It's the ones about people getting dragged off that scare the living shit out of me.
(Re-education and all that shit. God, fuckin' freak me out, goddamn.)
Either way, Noni's been around more than ever out of motherfuckin' necessity, and I swear if I get one more quip about the dresses I'm gonna rip somebody's head off.
Everything's getting uglier.
Shit, man.
/ F R I E N D S O N L Y
I don't even know if they'll ever read this, but I mean, a guy can hope.
GET THE FUCK OUT. We're tired of you, we're tired of the blockade, you aren't doing anything useful, you're going to fucking die, and I know you can't handle that many more dead men on your side of no man's land. I don't care what you think you're doing, GET THE FUCK OUT before you get hurt. Goddamn, I don't know how to motherfucking get this through to you. We don't want you here. You don't need to be here. Get the fuck out of here before you all die, because I swear to God, you're all going to if you don't pull out soon.
I can't tell you how I know what I know, or even what I know, but you need to trust that I have your motherfucking best interests in mind, even though you've never returned the goddamn motherfucking favor. You need to fucking trust me and BACK THE FUCK DOWN and let that be that, because you don't even know what you're getting into. There is no training that could possibly prepare you for what you're getting into; there is no simulation that could've possibly prepared you for this, and you do not want this to go down. You do not want this shit to go down. I know you don't believe me, and I know that I have virtually no chance of stopping this, but you know what else I know?
That if you guys do not get the fuck out of our district we are going to completely destroy you. And that cannot happen. There are plenty of people in Curia who really do need your help, who really do need your support and your protection, and you are strapping them to the front of a gun, here. You need to pack your shit up and go back to Ceno and take care of the people who need taking care of. If we destroy you, we're inadvertently destroying them, and you have no idea how much you do not want that to happen.
Get the fuck out now, for the love of all things holy.
Sincerely,
Nonipara Sophismata
F R I E N D S O N L Y;
They've been trying to send me letters. The fosters I mean. I know because that sort of shit gets around. Apparently, it's been making it to the post office and not much further. I don't even want to look at them. There's just stacks and stacks and they're thick and nervous-looking. I don't like it. (If I'd thought about them once or twice since I left I wouldn't feel so bad about it, but I haven't, and especially not recently. It was kind of deliberate, you know? Like, I wanted to suppress all that. The only pepole I've worried about at all are my little brothers, and that's just because they're little, not because they can't take care of themselves. I mean, we're not even family. The government just wants someone to send the welfare checks to. I don't care if they don't know I'm gone yet, but I mean, they probably do. I mean, it's still law for me to go to school, isn't it? And I haven't been so I figure, you know. They know. Like, they think I ran away or some shit.)
They've been telling me stories though, now that they know I shouldn't really be here. The post office workers, I mean. They get a lot of stowaways, or whatever they're called. See a lot of kids come and then go back because they can't handle the things that go on here. Can't believe that some of the stuff that goes on in Cena could go on anywhere. Can't believe the government would condone stuff like that. I'm not worried about those stories, really. It's the ones about people getting dragged off that scare the living shit out of me.
(Re-education and all that shit. God, fuckin' freak me out, goddamn.)
Either way, Noni's been around more than ever out of motherfuckin' necessity, and I swear if I get one more quip about the dresses I'm gonna rip somebody's head off.
Everything's getting uglier.
Shit, man.
/ F R I E N D S O N L Y
I don't even know if they'll ever read this, but I mean, a guy can hope.