Talk:War Discussion/@comment-78.0.39.54-20140717064932

(This is an RP)

A wanderer writes a note...

To whoever is reading this: I am...hopefully dead.

''I just cannot live this life anymore, my...cardiac problems made me worthless,and I felt like an outsider ever since the accident. Depression controlled my life, and there was no way out of this bottomless pit. My family and friends abandoned me. Nobody wants a cripple.''

''The only person who ever tries to help me...was my doctor. He tried. A lot. He is the only reason the book I wrote for the therapy exists. Writing it, it has helped me put into a perspective I think. I want to defend my country agains the threat of those...deformed creatures from...the Demon Realm...But I still felt alone in solitude. You who is reading this, I am sorry. There are no choices left. I guess that not everyone can be saved. This is my conclusion, this is my end.''

Farewell.

After writing the note and lefting it on a table in a village house, the soldier starts to wander...