[damycles]

I Keep having to Take People to the Hospital:

I swear to fucking god.[strike] I hate a lot of things. I hate many, many things. [/strike] I don't want this to become a habit. I've been avoiding it for a while. Getting tangentially involved in situations that might call for it but otherwise, avoiding it. But here it is, right in front of my fucking face, again. Senseless violence. I fucking hate violence, and I especially fucking hate violence that doesn't have a fucking point.

I just wanted to go to the bar today. I just wanted to go to the bar, get a drink, settle down and have a good time. Next thing I know, some fuckers were beating the ever living crap out of a militiaman, a mechination guy with a katana, and a guy in a plague doctor outfit that was apparently a Mercalan worshipper but also a Hugessoan worshipper? Weird crowd, but they were seemingly the folks in the right in terms of this conflict. Which was bad considering they were getting their asses handed to 'em.

A green haired guy with a creepy ass grin, and a samurai dude with a scar on his face and an eyepatch. I fucking hate eyepatches, they draw way too much attention to the god damn eye. They were the ones beating down on the other poor bastards. They were good, too good. Those guys didn't stand a chance. The samurai guy just kept burning the ground beneath their feet and dragged them through over and over again until they were broiled. It was, bad.

Someone went to get the guards, I think, but none of them showed up and next thing I knew there were three injured people, one of them so bad they probably needed hospitalization, and nobody else stepping in the stop the fuckers. I needed to get him to the hospital. I tried stepping towards him but the fucking Samurai got in the way. He stopped me, said he was going to cut me if I even touched the guy and well, I believed him. I was stuck, caught in my tracks. I didn't want to call his bluff in case it wasn't a bluff. And I knew I couldn't take a fucking hit from that god damn monster.

It's frustrating. It's really frustrating when there's something that you need to do, someone who needs help, and you can't do jack shit about the situation to help them.

But then, the green haired guy started talking with the Samura, and, after a moment or two, he changed his mind and they left. It was over. I was alive. They were still alive. The militiaman was barely alive and I took him to the hospital right away.

Senseless violence. Trivialization of the immense responsibility that the power of violence holds. It's a flagrant, egregious disregard for the law, and abuse that cannot, and should not be allowed to stand. And yet, they got away with it. Nobody showed up to help, nobody stopped them. They just ran off and left the rest of us to do the cleanup.

It's frustrating. Always so frustrating. I wish people like that could all just burn in hell. Not even die, just burn, for all eternity, so that they can get a better understanding about what it feels like to be on the receiving end of an unending stream of senseless, purposeless, violence.

I can't do that though. It's not my job. Not my place. I have no power.