Zen142

My dream was about a terrorist attack on London during the long waits to see the queen and all, there was explosions at nearly corner, people screaming shots being fired at unknown assailants. It literally turned into a warzone and when I woke up I didn't have the usual panic of "did that happen?" It was more of I knew it happened until I looked at the news, but man fuck my brain

This is my first post so don't expect anything great or special. I tried to be good with grammar but things can slip through

The kinetics and blaster fire had consumed the final push for the fortress, turning it into a symphony of death and hellfire. My cover slowly chipped away to kinetic rounds. I couldn't help but wince at that, kinetics were always such a terrifying concept but I regained my composure if not for myself but for my men. I looked out behind my cover to take a shot at the main command post where the last of the enemy was held up but my eyes were drawn towards the meager attempts by other company Captains to take the command post with fruitless charges.

Evidently my mill

I found an old winter coat that I haven't seen in a while but still fits so I started wearing it and I found my favorite hat and in the front pocket my past self forgot some money that I now get to have. Needless to say that makes my day.