Im not adding, yet this is my own story.. well not MINE per-say. but.. you'll figure it out.
They took all of us.
One by one, they marched us, helpless, into the carriers. We were treated as inferiors despite the fact that all of us knew that wasnt the case. Our intellect is far superior to theirs. Our power of widsom is greater than our power to fight, but that's the reason they took us. They wanted the power to fight. That's the reason for our collective enslavement.
The controllers watched over us from above, keeping tabs on all our actions. Making sure we completed the tasks they screached at us. The warriors, clad in armor would deal with any resistors. Death by "Big Momma" was usually the penalty but occasionally a few hornets to the abdomen would do the trick. And after a few hours of flinching they got back to the assigned task. The crude, yet effective collars kept us "In line." They tried to convince us all that it was "For our own good" but we knew that was not the case. The moment the green metal came in contact with our skin, we all felt our souls die. All hope was lost, and our powers have been transformed, controlled- But far from pacified.
No longer were our abilities used for peaceful purposes. They had war in mind, and the one day the so called "rift" had opened, we knew our time had come.
We fought alongside our masters against the common enemy. The strange creatures clad in white, blue and strange mixtures of green. They all fell to our armies might despite the fact our kind (not our masters) did not fight to the best of our ability. Many lacked the will to fight and just wanted to die. To the masses, death is greater than the imprisonment they are currently facing.
And did death come swiftly to those who wanted it.
There is one creature unlike anyother, that leaves oblivion in his wake. It never seems to die, and when death seems immanent, he comes back with a diferent attack plan, stronger, and more confident than ever before.The different one is not green or white, or even blue. He occasionally seems to be fighting for both sides. He is the one who truely has freedom, the freedom of choice. He destroys our kind, and his kind alike. The orange one, as the survivors heard dubbed "Free Man" spares the blue and white creatures.. Yet tears through the green ones like he was one of us.
What a fitting title "Free Man" Really is.
The rest of us, all the lucky suvivors, who's masters have been slain, all talk about this "Free Man"
He is truely free, and we all wonder "Why can't we be?"
-I bet you know who're P.O.V this is coming from. It was inspired by a mod that im making.. Dont expect to see it anytime soon, its still in dev stages.