This game makes you really think like your character. You have to write a poem signifying their inner selves. You know, the things that they never say out loud. Have fun!
My finger trembles
above the trigger.
I need to pull it now.
The innocent in front of me stares,
his eyes wide with fear.
I look into them,
though I know I shouldn't.
I can see his pain,
his torment.
Why?
Why must I look?
Why must I see the pain that I cause,
silencing one voice only to be met with a multitude of others
crying out in mourning.
Why must I be the one
to bear the guilt?
Why must I be the one who cares?
Why must I be the one to pull the trigger?
As I stare back,
I find my answer.
Because no matter how much it pains me
he has caused ten times as much grief.
My purpose is to save the ones
he hasn't trapped.
That is why.
With a sigh
my finger flexes.
A single shot.
A thud.
No more pain.
My finger trembles
above the trigger.
I need to pull it now.
The innocent in front of me stares,
his eyes wide with fear.
I look into them,
though I know I shouldn't.
I can see his pain,
his torment.
Why?
Why must I look?
Why must I see the pain that I cause,
silencing one voice only to be met with a multitude of others
crying out in mourning.
Why must I be the one
to bear the guilt?
Why must I be the one who cares?
Why must I be the one to pull the trigger?
As I stare back,
I find my answer.
Because no matter how much it pains me
he has caused ten times as much grief.
My purpose is to save the ones
he hasn't trapped.
That is why.
With a sigh
my finger flexes.
A single shot.
A thud.
No more pain.