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The Memoir of P!nkJesus, Communications officer and Sniper Team Member for M.O.B:

Men in tight restraints being lead away to cramped, dark quarters built of ramshackle metal and fastened with a jail cell door, littered with the bodies of those whose insides had been bleached with chemicals.

Men shot in the street like dogs for not listening the first time to the orders of men in dark body armor, holding automatic weapons.

The old police are dead... But we will not have anarchy. The streets of Berlin are painted red with the blood of the innocent, and I stand in the window, my eye to the scope, my finger on the trigger. Ready for the order.

The order to splatter an unarmed man's brains across the highway. The order to end something precious, something unique that can never be replicated. Another Human being's life, and I hold 10 of them in a single magazine.

But it's for the good of M.O.B, and I'm just a soldier. I follow orders and nobody on my side dies.

I still don't sleep well at night, even with this rationalization.

Another shot, another life, another day. Even as the lead interrogator, my commanding officer, beats a man to death behind me for refusing to speak with naught but his fists, I just keep telling myself "Good soldiers follow orders, so follow them." even as i'm firing on someone whos only crime is running for their lives.

So when we get the call to go to the mountains, When we move in to support Scav team 1, when the bullets rip through my torso and leave me coughing up my own blood, spit and life... I'm relieved.

I followed my orders.

The Memoir of P!nkJesus, Communications officer and Sniper Team Member for M.O.B: Men in tight restraints being lead away to cramped, dark quarters built of ramshackle metal and fastened with a jail cell door, littered with the bodies of those whose insides had been bleached with chemicals. Men shot in the street like dogs for not listening the first time to the orders of men in dark body armor, holding automatic weapons. The old police are dead... But we will not have anarchy. The streets of Berlin are painted red with the blood of the innocent, and I stand in the window, my eye to the scope, my finger on the trigger. Ready for the order. The order to splatter an unarmed man's brains across the highway. The order to end something precious, something unique that can never be replicated. Another Human being's life, and I hold 10 of them in a single magazine. But it's for the good of M.O.B, and I'm just a soldier. I follow orders and nobody on my side dies. I still don't sleep well at night, even with this rationalization. Another shot, another life, another day. Even as the lead interrogator, my commanding officer, beats a man to death behind me for refusing to speak with naught but his fists, I just keep telling myself "Good soldiers follow orders, so follow them." even as i'm firing on someone whos only crime is running for their lives. So when we get the call to go to the mountains, When we move in to support Scav team 1, when the bullets rip through my torso and leave me coughing up my own blood, spit and life... I'm relieved. I followed my orders.