Post by theconspiracy on Jun 16, 2017 14:31:40 GMT
"War. Is. My. Specialty."
The camera cuts in on a shot of an abandoned, war torn street. The voiceover continues.
"And when it came down to it--"
A humvee drives down the street, and slams on the breaks, coming to a screeching hault in front of the camera.
"I was *damn* good."
The camera pans to show a man in a heavy duty ballistic combat suit. He's holding a heavy machine gun, and slowly advancing towards the humvee.
"The explosions."
The man takes a step.
"The gunfire."
Another step.
"The thrill of primary engagement."
The man stops, and raises the gun. The men in the humvee begin to scramble, as a shot rings out, killing the driver.
"There is nothing, that compares."
The men ditch the humvee, and begin to sprint down the street. The gunner continues walking down the street, firing a few shots every now and again.
"It takes a toll, on most men."
One of the men running gets shot, and drops to the ground.
"Physically."
Another man falls.
"Mentally."
The third man falls.
"Emotionally."
One of the men is struck in the leg, and continues to hobble away. The gunner drops his gun, and begins to trudge forward, steadily gaining on the limping man.
"When you have a gun, you distance yourself from the kill. You don't feel the pain."
The gunner reaches the limping man, and kicks him in the back of his good leg, sending him tumbling to the floor. The gunner flips the now downed man over, and kneels over him. The man on the ground, frantically, begins punching and clawing at the gunner's helmet. The gunner punches him in the face, and removes his own helmet. Underneath is the dirty, gritty face of Andreas Landa.
"But when you're up close and personal. Hands-on."
Andreas reaches down slowly, and covers the man's mouth. He puts a firm hand on the back of his neck.
"You feel everything. The bones breaking. The flesh, tearing. The life, leaving their body."
Andreas then quickly spins the man's neck, snapping it.
"And I loved, every second of it. Feeling their pain, in my hands. It's addicting."
Andreas smiles, and climbs to his feet. He slips on his helmet, picks up his gun, and continues walking down the street.
"So addicting."
The camera cuts in on a shot of an abandoned, war torn street. The voiceover continues.
"And when it came down to it--"
A humvee drives down the street, and slams on the breaks, coming to a screeching hault in front of the camera.
"I was *damn* good."
The camera pans to show a man in a heavy duty ballistic combat suit. He's holding a heavy machine gun, and slowly advancing towards the humvee.
"The explosions."
The man takes a step.
"The gunfire."
Another step.
"The thrill of primary engagement."
The man stops, and raises the gun. The men in the humvee begin to scramble, as a shot rings out, killing the driver.
"There is nothing, that compares."
The men ditch the humvee, and begin to sprint down the street. The gunner continues walking down the street, firing a few shots every now and again.
"It takes a toll, on most men."
One of the men running gets shot, and drops to the ground.
"Physically."
Another man falls.
"Mentally."
The third man falls.
"Emotionally."
One of the men is struck in the leg, and continues to hobble away. The gunner drops his gun, and begins to trudge forward, steadily gaining on the limping man.
"When you have a gun, you distance yourself from the kill. You don't feel the pain."
The gunner reaches the limping man, and kicks him in the back of his good leg, sending him tumbling to the floor. The gunner flips the now downed man over, and kneels over him. The man on the ground, frantically, begins punching and clawing at the gunner's helmet. The gunner punches him in the face, and removes his own helmet. Underneath is the dirty, gritty face of Andreas Landa.
"But when you're up close and personal. Hands-on."
Andreas reaches down slowly, and covers the man's mouth. He puts a firm hand on the back of his neck.
"You feel everything. The bones breaking. The flesh, tearing. The life, leaving their body."
Andreas then quickly spins the man's neck, snapping it.
"And I loved, every second of it. Feeling their pain, in my hands. It's addicting."
Andreas smiles, and climbs to his feet. He slips on his helmet, picks up his gun, and continues walking down the street.
"So addicting."
