The unfortunate consequences of a reserve...

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

I thought a game would be a delight,
But am I pleased? No. Not quite.
Could you take a moment and answer why
You think that I deserve to die?

And even if perhaps once more I can again live
That is a gift nopony should be able to give.
To chase it feels somehow all wrong
My life was full, even if not long.
But my other option is to harass and attack
The others who chose to run that track?
This choice is terrible, only picking my doom.
In your heart, for kindness, is there no room?

Comments

[wise_lil_wolf]

Whoa! A talking...rhyming zebra!

Awesome!

Are you an EVO?

That game sounds scary. I'm glad my Mun doesn't want to send me there.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Your first line described me quite well.
What is an EVO? If you can tell?

[wise_lil_wolf]

This is so awesome.

An EVO is what happens when the nanites, little machines inside your body, decide to make you something other than what you already are.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

A zebra is what I am and should be.
Why would a machine make a change to me?

[wise_lil_wolf]

Ahh, I dunno.

Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't.

Weird, right?

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

'Weird' is a word that's much too mild.
For strangeness atop of strangeness piled.