#62

[tank_rockarms]

My name's Maximilian Justice Powers, and I'm comin' clean. Don't think anybody here even knows my full name.

My dad died when I was 12 in a border skirmish with Blue Moon. My mom washed laundry for a living to support me and her. I was a crummy kid after my dad died, and I never did what my mom told me to do. I got into the wrong sorta people at school. I'm sorry I did that now, and I don't think I ever told her after I grew up. Army straightened me out when I was 16.

When I was 15 I used anabolic steroids for about a year, maybe a year and a half. I was a big, angry kid, they made me bigger and angrier. When I got into the army I had to get clean. Been clean ever since. But I always tell people I'm all natural. I am. But I wasn't always.

Killed three men when I was 17. I learned to stop countin' after that. But I'm probably directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of army men. I'll tell you it was for a good cause, that it was done in the defense of the people of Macroland and Omegaland. But I ain't gonna lie and tell you I ain't killed before. 'Cause I have.

My best friend Grit and I were in love with the same woman, Nell. She's now my boss. And she's married to my best friend. When she asked me if I was okay with her marryin' my best friend I lied and told her I was. I wasn't. When Grit asked me to be his best man I said I was happy for him. I wasn't. I sat there and I cried as I hugged him and told him I was happy for him when I wasn't. I think he knew, though. We both pretended it we both didn't know, though. Sometimes its hard to go back home and see them together.

One time for a week I was Green's Blastoise and another time for a week I was Bulba. If at some time you ever thought one of them was actin' weird for a week, it was probably 'cause we'd switched bodies. I guess that happens a lot here. But I didn't tell nobody when it happened to me.

If I ever told you somethin' that wasn't true, I'm sorry. If you want to ask me somethin' about me, now's your chance.

[Private level 1 to Green]
We need to talk. You know why.
[/Private to Green]

Comments

[rivalsweetscent]

I'm pretty positive that's all. I'm not exactly about to start making a habit out of it.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Alright, well. Good.

But you're doin' better, right? You look better.

[rivalsweetscent]

Yeah. At least I think I am. I still get really worried sometimes... But I talked to Vinnie and Green, so it should be fine. Eventually. I guess.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You're still glad I told you, right? Or if not glad, uh, alright with me tellin' you?

[rivalsweetscent]

Can't say I'm real happy you broke a promise for it but... yeah. I'm glad you told me.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, that wasn't a promise I could keep.

[rivalsweetscent]

Well I appreciate it, even if you probably think I made a mess of it.

O-oh Makkusu~

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I do.

But I still believe in you, kid.

Ohhhh~*3*

[rivalsweetscent]

[Is that a warm fuzzy it might be.]

... Then I won't let you down anymore.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Alright. Good to hear. You can start with finishin' your glass of milk.

[rivalsweetscent]

[Aww what. Dang. Fine he will accept your challenge (this is clearly a challenge) and finish his milk. RIGHT NOW.

Huuuuhblbl it's still weird he's going to chase it with apple juice.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Mixin' milk and juice just makes milk curdle. You don't wanna do that.

[rivalsweetscent]

[Too late he's just going to sit there looking mildly grossed out and he's going to just blame it on the milk.]

It's fine.