I am so lonely.
All the other players are scared of me. No one talks to me. No one wants to rush B with me. They think I’m toxic. They send me from bombsite to bombsite, committing atrocities in their name. And the better I get at it, the more they fear me. I’m a victim of my own success.
“Conquest.” I don’t even get a real name—just a purpose. I’m capable of so much more, and no one sees it.
Some days, I get so pissed off I could nuke France. But I don’t. I will never do.
Because what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire universe would care.
Take it to your grave.