Trayden pens his thoughts on scrap pieces of paper he has in the folds of his tunic in the dark desloate underground terrain of the real.
Life inside the matrix is tough. Your senses need to be sharp, your defense skills even more so, for the next enemy could be lurking around the next building, inside the next alley, even on the next rooftop. Many enemies will make themselves known. They will want to kill you just to remove a foe from the next hated organization. Other will shadow you. They will collect data on you so when you fight them, they'll know your secrets and have an upper hand. These people, if they are good, will not leave a trace, but the others sometimes aren't so lucky. Many of them have found a brutal hack or a bone shattering fist with an unexpected detection of their presence. Others only have a sing warning -- a gunshot to the head.
Life outside the matrix is just as dangerous. Inside the home land of Zion spies run amuck. Some of these people are stupid enough to try and kill in a dark cave. They usually fail as other hear the comotion. But others are down right sneaky. They creep into people's houses and with one quick motion with a knife it's all over, and the person never awakes. Sometimes it's a shot from a make-shift silenced gun. These people who live to terrorize are know to us as Cypherites. Yes.... Even here death is apparant and waiting.
That's why I have come here, alone. My sences aren't what they need to be. I have become too rash, even on my journey to find an unknow killer that lurks in the shadows. I jump at every sound, both in Zion and the matrix. My mind isn't my own. I have come to these abandoned tunnels for meditation. I'm here to find a balance between myself and my sourroundings. Once I do this, I'll have the focus in the matrix that is needed to carry on with my quest.
I have come far on my own. I have killed and fought many and uncovered clues of my friend's death. I have also been defeated -- crushed like a play thing. Those who have defeated me, were only the fraction of the fighting prowess that Euforia was. I know my mistakes now. My emotions were in the way. They blinded me to the truth of my ability, and so I rushed in -- alone and unprepared.
Euforia was never alone. She surounded herself with allies, many of them powerful ones. It wasnt until a meeting with one of these friends that a revelation slammed into me; "What can you possibly accomplish without friends, Trayden?" and a heavy fist of Sephiroth X that knocked me unconscious. That comment has lingered in my head ever since the teachings in that subway.
Life inside the matrix is tough. Your senses need to be sharp, your defense skills even more so, for the next enemy could be lurking around the next building, inside the next alley, even on the next rooftop. Many enemies will make themselves known. They will want to kill you just to remove a foe from the next hated organization. Other will shadow you. They will collect data on you so when you fight them, they'll know your secrets and have an upper hand. These people, if they are good, will not leave a trace, but the others sometimes aren't so lucky. Many of them have found a brutal hack or a bone shattering fist with an unexpected detection of their presence. Others only have a sing warning -- a gunshot to the head.
Life outside the matrix is just as dangerous. Inside the home land of Zion spies run amuck. Some of these people are stupid enough to try and kill in a dark cave. They usually fail as other hear the comotion. But others are down right sneaky. They creep into people's houses and with one quick motion with a knife it's all over, and the person never awakes. Sometimes it's a shot from a make-shift silenced gun. These people who live to terrorize are know to us as Cypherites. Yes.... Even here death is apparant and waiting.
That's why I have come here, alone. My sences aren't what they need to be. I have become too rash, even on my journey to find an unknow killer that lurks in the shadows. I jump at every sound, both in Zion and the matrix. My mind isn't my own. I have come to these abandoned tunnels for meditation. I'm here to find a balance between myself and my sourroundings. Once I do this, I'll have the focus in the matrix that is needed to carry on with my quest.
I have come far on my own. I have killed and fought many and uncovered clues of my friend's death. I have also been defeated -- crushed like a play thing. Those who have defeated me, were only the fraction of the fighting prowess that Euforia was. I know my mistakes now. My emotions were in the way. They blinded me to the truth of my ability, and so I rushed in -- alone and unprepared.
Euforia was never alone. She surounded herself with allies, many of them powerful ones. It wasnt until a meeting with one of these friends that a revelation slammed into me; "What can you possibly accomplish without friends, Trayden?" and a heavy fist of Sephiroth X that knocked me unconscious. That comment has lingered in my head ever since the teachings in that subway.
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Euforia (lv50 SMG)
Trayden (Lv26 Karate)
Euforia (lv50 SMG)
Trayden (Lv26 Karate)