To Have Revenge You Must Survive

Do not Panic, when you find yourself in a harsh environment with no supplies, panicking will only lead to bad decisions. - Imperial Field Guard Manual

Panic is a good thing, it lets you know how screwed you are and how you'll die alone there. -Chronicles of Lorentino

The cold was the first thing about the planet Rolando didn't like. Everywhere he went it was cold. Forest, rivers, snow capped mountains, all too gods damned cold. He shifted as far as his eyes could see and it was always too cold. He had to stop himself, fear of the corruption destroying him. Still where he was near a mountain and a lake was impossibly cold. He figured that's why there wasn't a colony on planet, no one wanted to put up with the cold.

Rolando took stock of what he had with him and it was maddingly little. He had his clothes, his wallet with useless cards, and that was it. No weapon, no food, not even a damned stick of gum. He tried to remember how his father had talked him into shifting into another dimension, but because of all the drinking he couldn't remember at all. Rolando had screwed himself pretty badly he had to admit. But the hate was still there.

It was the one thing keeping him alive and telling him he had to survive. Because he had to kill Aldis, had to see the fat sack of shit gutted in front of him and know it was a Lorentino that did it. He knew this was his fathers voice. But he didn't care, a Morley had wrong him, and now he wanted to set it right by killing that Morley.

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At this point I'm pretty sure I'm just surviving out of hate. I hate the food, I hate this complex, I hate that Morley glassed the planet to kill me. It's what I'm doing right now, just hating. And yet I feel like somewhere the galaxy was put at right. Like wherever my drunk son is, he just did something that would make me proud. It's a fleeting feeling before the hate and bowel cramps take over, but it was nice while it lasted.