icepenguin26

Blank smiles. Day in and day out, that's all I see. They're there on the walls, under the harsh lights, on the BL/ind employee faces. And even worse, it's beginning to affect the Killjoys. That is, if you can even call them that anymore. Are we still Killjoys? How can we be when we've been confined to these concentration camps of BL/ind? We were uprooted from our desert homes only to be placed in a different kind of barren wasteland. We are no longer Zonerunners. What made us who we were has ceased to exist. I swore to myself I would never fall under the control of that infernal company, and yet, here I am. I'm surrounded by more people than

For the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'. Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them. If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life,