TM Prompt 268
TM Prompt #268: The End.
The end. Those words are so frakking final, and I guess they're meant to be. The story's over, the plot's been wrapped up, go live your own life now. In stories and in movies there's always a beginning, a middle and an end. The characters have a problem, they work through solving it, things go back to normal. And then those words flash up. The end. The end, without question, like everything's gonna be perfect for them from now on.
Yeah. Right.
Look, I don't mean to be cynical - well, okay, I guess maybe I do - but life is not like that. Sure, it has a beginning and a middle and an end, but lives don't get wrapped up nice and pretty and "the end" sure as hell doesn't flash up when they're over. They just end, and sometimes it makes no frakking sense. Usually it makes no frakking sense. And nobody goes back to being happy afterwards. You just sink deeper and deeper with every death, until one day there's no way to climb out of the hole you've dug for yourself.
That's how I think the Fleet is feeling nowadays. We've been through so much, spent so many years striving for a bright, shiny future that turned out to be an illusion. Now what? We aren't going to go back to our lives because the only lives we could go back to are really no lives at all. I mean, I'm used to living on a battlestar where the metal walls pound all night and you never see sunlight, but I'm betting a lot of the civilians aren't. It's not really something you get used to unless you've willingly signed up for it. And gods know nobody signed up for the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, or for any of the bullshit we've gone through since then.
How will our story finish? What scene will take place just before "The End" flashes across the screen? Hell if I know. I thought I knew once, but now ... I don't. I don't want to make any frakking predictions because it seems like I'm always wrong. I thought I could lead us to Earth, and I did, but what did that bring us? A nuclear wasteland, a loss of purpose and Fleet-wide suicides. Yeah, I frakked this one up good. Maybe the Hybrid was right. Maybe not. I don't know.
It's not over yet. Our end, my end, hasn't come. But I'm almost afraid to find out what will happen when it does.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Words: 425
The end. Those words are so frakking final, and I guess they're meant to be. The story's over, the plot's been wrapped up, go live your own life now. In stories and in movies there's always a beginning, a middle and an end. The characters have a problem, they work through solving it, things go back to normal. And then those words flash up. The end. The end, without question, like everything's gonna be perfect for them from now on.
Yeah. Right.
Look, I don't mean to be cynical - well, okay, I guess maybe I do - but life is not like that. Sure, it has a beginning and a middle and an end, but lives don't get wrapped up nice and pretty and "the end" sure as hell doesn't flash up when they're over. They just end, and sometimes it makes no frakking sense. Usually it makes no frakking sense. And nobody goes back to being happy afterwards. You just sink deeper and deeper with every death, until one day there's no way to climb out of the hole you've dug for yourself.
That's how I think the Fleet is feeling nowadays. We've been through so much, spent so many years striving for a bright, shiny future that turned out to be an illusion. Now what? We aren't going to go back to our lives because the only lives we could go back to are really no lives at all. I mean, I'm used to living on a battlestar where the metal walls pound all night and you never see sunlight, but I'm betting a lot of the civilians aren't. It's not really something you get used to unless you've willingly signed up for it. And gods know nobody signed up for the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, or for any of the bullshit we've gone through since then.
How will our story finish? What scene will take place just before "The End" flashes across the screen? Hell if I know. I thought I knew once, but now ... I don't. I don't want to make any frakking predictions because it seems like I'm always wrong. I thought I could lead us to Earth, and I did, but what did that bring us? A nuclear wasteland, a loss of purpose and Fleet-wide suicides. Yeah, I frakked this one up good. Maybe the Hybrid was right. Maybe not. I don't know.
It's not over yet. Our end, my end, hasn't come. But I'm almost afraid to find out what will happen when it does.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Words: 425