militia.

so it was a dark town.
night one, a truck wreck or something began my unease
night two, a party with many people from my past. "does that offend you?"
then the train wrecked and hit my car, as i walked towards it. many people died.
so i joined the army, in the same town.
i had a goat...
the mandatory precision of my actions were too many to understand, and my current state was far too unstable to remember "bed 20" and which doors you can and can't go in (especially the dining hall)
it was a new world of heightened and lowered expectations, and my hair began to shrink.
some were intent of my changes, while others were missing me (while others had died). i began to like the army. i went to the top of the ball room, and more death began to happen.



but seriously, are there any good paths.