An UnaVOIDable Tragedy (Patreon)

It was the perfect crime... perfectly bad. The consequences... also bad. It wasn't supposed to be this way but sometimes life throws surprises. Sometimes you have to kill a couple men. Sometimes those men turn into ticking time bombs that you have to dispose of.

Sometimes they float a few miles down the river. Soemtimes you have to haul them one at a time across the entire world, and sometimes it takes 4 hours to do so. Sometimes you go back to edit that footage a few years later which takes 3 times as long. Sometimes you do all that only to find that what you have to show for it is a dozen chapters of one horrible mission that you can only pray people won't get sick of before it's complete. 

Sometimes it's daytime and the lights are on. Why are the lights on, they must be turned off, i say. I seem to have been writing words all night and now i must pick myself off to go flip switches and conserve precious electricity. 

Often do i wonder whether tragedy and trauma strengthen us, or make us weaker. So far all evidence points to the latter. I have catalogued many examples of this terrible phenomena throughout my life of agony, but surely this torturous trek will stand out as a somewhat presentable encapsulation of my aggrieved musings on the matter. 

In any case that's enough content for now, and enough Death Stranding forever. You hear me, Death Stranding? That's enough. No more is needed from you. Be gone. Ah hell, it won't listen. It never listens.