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Heather Jones - PATROL-6: The Combine's Cavalier

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My bones grow old, they creak and crack at their movements but my knowledge is new.
As I go through life, I see the darkness in people's eyes.
We are the bad guys, we are the antagonists.
We Suffer.


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The basic act of living and being human is suffering, we are born to suffer. We are born evil.
As I said, we are the bad guys in the universe, we meddle when and where not needed.
We hurt, we murder, we plunder, we take innocence and all that is good.
My hands are no longer for love, pleasure nor construction
But for hate, pain and destruction.

To end the suffering, humanity must end. The foul stench of corruption, pain, anger and hatred has lingered for too long.
The extended arm of the Combine should and will finish us off.
To end the pain,
To end the suffering,
To end evil itself.

I remember the abuse from my own family, I remember the neglect of the government, I remember the corruption in the old police force. The functions of these parties had been sodomised and violated for the benefits of themselves and to cause the pain that they are to prevent. I rue for the day with the expulsion.

The world will fall into the flames and we won't rise again, clean the plague and restore innocence.

Solace
Clemency
Bliss
Shall follow, or that will be left is a sea of darkness and all that is to be explored.

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The Default path of a Civil Protection newbie

Makes their first char (npc_metropolice)

Hates citizens
Hates rebels
Loves Combine

Dies

Realizes they could have a better character and dev

Neutral to citizens but still does their job
More resistance sided yet not brave enough to join them so he shoots them
Hates the Combine but what can he do, he just adapts and joins their ranks for better living
 
MazuzaM said:
The Default path of a Civil Protection newbie

Makes their first char (npc_metropolice)

Hates citizens
Hates rebels
Loves Combine

Dies

Realizes they could have a better character and dev

Neutral to citizens but still does their job
More resistance sided yet not brave enough to join them so he shoots them
Hates the Combine but what can he do, he just adapts and joins their ranks for better living
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Ah, my friend you forget that people are a fickle matter and can change on a whim when the air changes direction
 
Gave the sheet an update with a new info, theme and diary/report entry
 


A cool summer's night is upon the scene, a glorious weekend for which is filled with drinks with friends and the paycheck pleasures in the shops, a pleasure for some... A nightmare for others, picture this for it is or has happened; Behind the mask, the padded uniform and shined jackboots. A blonde woman, hunched over and sat on the floor against the frame of her bed, assumingly her bed. She stinks of alcohol, a bottle or two of the finest liquor lays next to her, mumbling under her breath and suddenly someone speaks to her...

"Heather? Oh, Heather!..."

The woman looks around, shakily until she spots a woman wearing a white dress and is... Barefoot?... In shock, Heather gasps at the figure not only in her attire but her face, she is a younger version of herself -- How is that possible? Heather ponders, she stammers all the while collecting the thoughts and actions... She finally asks...

"Who- What - Uh... Who the hell are you an' 'ow do yer know me name?!"

The woman slowly approaches, Heather starts gasping and panting for air while her face is ridden with panic. She tries to move but she can't! She's stuck! Is this the end for her, will she die or will she be kidnapped? Heather pondered with a million different things coursing through her head. The woman stops, crouching down near Heather and starts stroking through her blonde hair as the figure speaks once again.

"Well... It has come to my attention that a lot of damage has taken place... Damage that you have caused to innocent people; People who are trying to survive in a harsh world. You've hurt them because they've hurt you. You'll continue this until the grave comes... You think people talk behind your back, mock you and cause distress so you lash out. Even if they do hurt you, in a way - It does not justify you doing what you have done. What can I do? Really, it is your choice in what you do, I know you're starting to revere the Combine as Gods and the pain you cause is in honour, sacrifice and ritual for them... I'll tell you this once: You will choose good or bad, light or dark... If darkness is what you chose, be warned that you will face a sea of darkness and all there in that may be explored... You have been warned..."

Suddenly, before Heather is able to get a word out, the woman turns and walks out of the room, her footsteps quiet and graceful with each stride. Heather is now able to move but the room starts spinning and with a crash, she collapses onto the floor out for the count until the next morning...

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"Light or darkness, right hand or left hand... Your choice; your punishment or your reward..."​
 
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