Roleplay Part 4

The Thing screwed up, Dont mind this

 

I smiled a bit. Leaning aganst the wall, looking down at my boots as the sack held in my left hand promptly drops to the ground with a soft thud, disturbing the dust slightly.
"a Mission?, im eager to help"

 

Pyotr spoke as if we were school boys out of place "How dare you!, you speak as if you are the only one who knows of pain and sacrifice in the whole metro. Look around you, there's not a single person here that hasn't felt the pain of death or injury. The lose of a loved one or cherished friend. I've lost countless friends and allies on the battlefield, even before the nukes fell. men fighting for a cause not there own, sacrificing there lives so the price of gas didn't go up. I had to try and justify the deaths of my men to there families, telling them it was all for the greater good of the Russian federation. It never got easier,never. The metro is just the cherry on the f&$king cake if you ask me. Nothings changed, it's still the same old world in a nutshell. Men still die for the greater good of others and there's nothing you or I can do to change it, so if you wanna give a lesson on sacrifice go and tell it to any of the brave men lying just outside."I yelled to him.

 

"I've no beef with you or your friends." I replied coolly, "But if you want to make that an issue, then let's do it after this."

I turned to the bald man and said, "Go on with briefing then."

 

"I've no beef with you or your friends." I replied coolly, "But if you want to make that an issue, then let's do it after this."

I turned to the bald man and said, "Go on with briefing then."

 

"I don't want to fight you, I just want you to realize that your not alone in this world of unending suffering. You don't have to lecture this group on sacrifice...we've all given so much more than we should already." I Spoke softly to match pyotr's voice.

 

Sounds good

 

Da Comrades

I stand, smirking and waiting

 

"It's no lecture boy." I replied in my usual aloof manner, "We give up our lives, and dedicate to survival of our people. If you sacrifice for greater good, then bless you, you've done a good job with whatever sh*t we call our lives. But if you waste your life in sacrificing it for something petty... then your loss. Wise men know when to give their lives. And fools know of it without honoring it. Sad thing to say, most of surviving men in the metro are fools."

 

"You'd think an old man with such wisdom would know when to show respect for another,you should be grateful of the sacrifices we make dragging cans of gas from the surface to power and give life to these stations and even collecting the old world booze you seem so found of. The Red army still defends it's hope and honor, no matter how little you think is left...And I'm leaving it at that. It would be wise for you to do the same, comrade."


(Man this is getting tense)

 

"Comrades, Lighten Up!"

I Stand forward, my posture stern as I look around the group
"No matter our views, our history we are here for one reason, that is to survive. It dosnt matter if we survive among hate, greed, Kindness or honor, it just matters that we survive"

His voice rises slightly, almost to a shout

"Now, I have not been here long but what I see is bickering, we are a group of men joined by Fate or luck, it dosnt matter witch but we are here, and we will keep on going"

I turn to the leader of the group
"Now, what is this mission we are on?"

 

I grin at the word 'comrade'. "Comrade. Comrade. Comrade. You know what I hate? That goddamn word. Thousands of brave reds died screaming that word in their war against the Reich, all for a bit of land. So if you're done trying to inspire me with a omen coming from the devil himself, stop it with the stereotypical talks and pass me a vodka."

I say it in a lighter tone than before, but I made sure everyone could hear the the contempt in my voice. Too many in the war. Too many, be it red or nazi.

Tension is good. Builds an interesting role-play, so long as we keep it in the role-play. Uh, just for insurance, if you feel like I'm going too far, just tell me. I'd rather be sure it's still a role-play fight than a real fight.

 

I turn sharply to face the man, my face almost meeting his as I grin sadisticly, my hot breath touching him as I whisper "do you not think I lost my family because of war, my Farther died of wounds gained in Afghanistan, before all of this happened, and my mother when the wall came down in Berlin, I am a Communist, I will say Comrade"

My hand drops to my side and pulls up a Knife, pressing it against the mans side, just enough not to cut though his clothes
"I believe in working towards a State we're we are Equal, a Communist state, Men Die for their Idea's, it is not upto someone to say they died for something useless like Land or Ideology"

I grin and step back a bit, keeping the knife in my hand, an old Fighting Knife from an forgotten era with the Soviet stamp still barely visible. My eyes stare into the other mans, the left eye almost lacking the pupil, while the right a black circle.

 

"Those men died fighting in what they believed in, a cause that seems to have escaped you. You must have left your hope and honor on the surface with your fallen friends." I walked past him and thrust my vodka canteen on his chest "Go ahead, drown your sorrows in vodka". I walked outside to the corpses, closed their eyes and said a long prayer.



(well I'm going to bed)

 

"And so you'd force your men to charge without any chance of victory against a well-entrenched foe, with superior firepower like the Nazis, all for ideas? You'd give up any chance of living for the sake of something a man made up to make himself feel better because he couldn't face reality? Your fighting for an excuse, that some poor sod thought of to try and elevate his rank without real hardships?" I say without any restraints, "Might as well shout for someone to kill you right now."

"Each of us is given an equal opportunity. The fault of communism is that it's the ideology of those who saw their chance but lost it. Communism is stupid. Each man equal to the other? What horsesh*t is that? And so you'd give priority to man with cough rather than a man with an infected arm just because he came first? You'd prioritize an idiot over a genius? You'd give a child a weapon of mass destruction for the sake equalizing society? You'd let a mass murderer go just because it wouldn't be fair if you let his acquaintance go?"

At this point I chuckle as I stare him straight in the eye. Before turning to the other one. The one talking about my honor and cause.

"A cause? more like human desire. Their desire to prove that they are not wrong. To prove that their belief was right to everyone. To justify their actions to themselves. In the end. It all comes down to human desire."

I put the vodka canteen on the ground and let it stay there until he gets back to it.

 

Night aaronpoitras

I stare at the man, "You want to kill me you bastard, Ive come close to death many times, Ive seen death many times, luck and my belief in Communism is the reasons Im here. If you want to question one mans Beliefs then go ahead, I do not question Religion, nor other Ideology's, Sure I hate Nazi's, but they are still people and there fight is one they think is worth fighting for"

"I Know what you think communism comes down to saying everyone is equal in physical means, but its not something to do with physical means, or economy but something to do with the mind, putting 2 above 1, the common. Theirs still the fact that a leader is more important than the sheep, so the leader should live in a practical sense, but deep in the minds of all who perish their should be the fact that they are all men, and their lives are scarified for their leader, who will save more people as time goes on. think about it as you say, an Idiot vs a Genius, a Genius may help more people than the Idiot, its better for a man of such to live over an Idiot, For the common good"

My hand reached into my jacket, pulling out my makarov in one movement, pointed from the hip to the ignorant man
"Now, we have separate Idea's, what you think is right is what you think is right, i am not here to change that, Comrade"
I grin with the word 'Comrade', a Flighting knife in one hand and a Makarov in the other

 

The debate went on and on. At first it had been interesting, but all this talk about the great "Communist" state was sickening me, both the Nazi I had been and the man that came afterwards.

"Your Red ideology is no better than the Nazi one. Your predecessors tortured, destroyed, humiliated, controlled, and spat upon humans which they considered underlings! You, you bloody Communist" I said, pointing directly at Dzeuhk, "you think this ideology is so damned great? Can't you see what it's doing to the Metro, the pain and suffering it brings? Hell, I'd prefer the Reich, even with it's butchers and madmen!" Then my eyes went moist. Damn it, what the hell was I saying? My mind was in two halves, and they crossed over randomly, in mid-sentence, making me sound like a moral Nazi, a contradiction, hypocrisy personified.

"Damn you all to hell, I'm leaving" I said, and went through the doorway into the tunnel.

 

I turned around and walked to the Doorway, Shouting at Steven
"No Ideology is less than anyone else's, I don't care if your a Nazi, was a Nazi or anything inbetween!"

 

I stared at Dzeuhk's eyes and stood up with a grin. "Stupid boy. You by yourself are a contradiction among contradictions. You say you believe in equality between man, but look at yourself. Armed to teeth aiming your gun at an unarmed old man."

"You're pathetic. You act against the very thing you claim to stand." I pull out my Strechkin and point it at his head half-heartedly. "You know what I like about eastern weaponry? It's that you can pile all up in a shit heap and it can still blow a sad motherf*cker's head off. Just. like. you."

"So, I suggest you drop the gun and the knife before I decided to drop you." I said calmly, "My interest is fading, so do whatever you're going to do fast. I want to know what we're going to do with the mission."