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]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

rivalsweetscent

See, that's why we're not on campus right now.

[There is now a bit of Max food on his more leafy salad. Not a lot. BUT IT IS THERE.]

But exactly what I said.

tank-rockarms.livejournal.com

WHY.

[Sigh.]

It felt like something I had to do is all.

And why the heck was that somethin' you had to do?

Mn... [He's pushing around a strawberry on his plate.]

I thought it was more of an apology to someone that didn't exist anymore when I did it but... That was really only a little bit of it.

[How to put this...]

You said telling me was like letting me know there was a bullet in my shoulder, right? Pretend that petal was the bullet. All I did was get rid of it so things could start to get better again.

You ain't the bullet, though. That'd be like... oh my god that'd be like me cuttin' off one of my balls, wouldn't it be?

::Max looks horrified. Horrified.::

...

[Bulba just. Stares.]

... I think in this case you should probably think about it more like a finger or something.

But that's. Vinnie and me have been over this a lot. Your flower's your junk.

::Horror::

[Auuuugh.]

I promise everything is in working order.

You're. Sure.

::Horror::

[Auuuugh.]

Very.

Well. Alright.

No wonder why Vinnie had it in for me. He blames me for you hurtin' yourself like that.

I wish he wouldn't. It's not your fault.

Well, I know it ain't but I still feel bad that I left you alone and you went and decided that pullin' a petal out was the thing to do.

Don't. I feel bad that I'm making you guys worry, but I'm not sorry I did it.

I mean, I understand the need to go out and blow shit up.

::A swear! Oh my.::

But I don't get hurtin' yourself. If you wanted to hurt I coulda put you through a trainin' regimen that woulda left you wishin' you didn't have arms and legs, and that woulda been buildin' up instead of tearin' down.

I just don't get it.

::Max really, really, really doesn't get it. Then again Max pretty much worships at the temple of his own body, so what you are doing is basically heretical from his viewpoint.::

It's okay. I don't really expect anybody to get it, and that's fine.

I can never actually apologize for what happened. That's a horrible feeling. I know it wasn't me but... [He shook his head and sighed.] I took a step back so I could keep moving forward. I just... needed a reminder.

It'll never go away but it's getting easier this way. That's all.

[That wasn't really a very helpful explanation. Oh well. He took a drink of milk and iwehugkfjdh whoa this is the weirdest drink. What is he drinking. What is this.]

... This is so weird.

::Doesn't. Get it.::

I still don't get it, but if you say so.

Milk's good for you, drink up.

[So he took another drink. Arghle barghle he couldn't get over how it was like watery ice cream only with lack of any ice cream flavor.]

... I think I'll stick with the apple juice after this.

Apple juice ain't got protein. Milk does. You can't build good muscle without protein. That's a fact.

Hrrgh.

[SO HE DRANK MORE MILK. And made more faces. Then shoved that strawberry in his mouth. Much better.]

Anyway that's all that happened.

Alright. If you say so.

You're sure that's all? I don't want Vinnie or Green or whoever knockin' down my door for somethin' else that I let you do that I don't know about.