One moment, I’m in Mouzon, France, in a bunker full of comrades killing the Enemy that are pouring in through the door.
The next moment, I see…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
Chat Connection Lost, Reconnecting…
…the following moment…the gunfire is over. All the bodies of my friends and enemies disappear. I pause, straining to hear a voice, a heartbeat, the sussurus of breath…
I stand up, look around, and slowly step out into the world with a bit of trepidation in my heart.
The sun is shining, though no birds are singing. The sounds of gunfire no longer fill the air. The ground no longer shakes under the relentless fist of steel treads. The ground is no longer pockmarked with craters.
There is no longer anything, or anyone, in the world.
I am left in my isolation with the sound of an air raid siren droning out it’s endless, useless call to arms, warning no one of anything any longer…
….and in the next room, the lonely hiss of empty static on the radio adds and exclamation point the scene. No voices echo from High Command, no German, no English, no French is to be heard, no matter how I tune the radio.
I am victorious,
and I am alone.
do DO do doo, do DO do doo . . .
I love online games. Ya nevah know what ya gonna git.