Miss AmericaI love this girl, even though I have every reason not to. An addict living in a bad neighborhood in unsanitary conditions, she sleeps around with abusive guys and refuses to accept help or advice from anyone unless it'll get her another fix. She doesn't even have the forethought or discipline to do the dishes or laundry, blowing all her money on temporary, feel-good solutions like freshener and painkillers as she ignores piling garbage and grievous disease. Worst of all she has a child, completely lost in this home of rotting decadence.
Every night I stop by, checking to make sure things haven't gotten too out of hand. I'll stand guard, take a look around, and try comforting her kid, who I can tell is already terrified of being forced down the same path with no clear way out. It breaks my heart that's all I can do. I want to tie her down, fight off the thugs and loan sharks, bring in doctors and cleaners at gunpoint, and save her and her child from this misery she wallows in.
But I can
Responsibility of the CitizenA citizen should be solely inclined to vote for a particular party or candidate based exclusively on their agreement with the ideals and intentions of said representative. To succumb to any other influence is to degrade the very foundation of democracy and jeopardize its prosperity.
Citizenship is one's membership within a society, thereby granting them rights and privileges as supplied and protected by such. However, these benefits carry responsibilities for the individuals who enjoy them. Therefrom comes the purpose of legislation; to enforce the individual's responsibility towards their fellow citizen.
The foundation of civilization is the citizen's obligation to contribute to the sustainment and improvement of their society. This is most obviously a repayment of a debt to their community for the lifestyle made possible through the efforts, work, and sacrifices made by other and previous members of that society. Less obvious is their philosophical responsibility.
In any form of gove
Doing your jobThe phrase "not my responsibility" is one I hate. As a member of an institution, be it a club, company, or military unit, your job is to complete the group's mission. That covers everything from doing your part to aiding others in doing theirs. While it may not be your job to fulfill a specific contribution towards the end-goal, it is your responsibility to make sure it gets done.
This is the core of a good work ethic; the drive not only to complete your own tasks to the best of your ability and regardless of personal inhibitions, but to ensure all tasks are completed to their maximum potential. If an imperative objective is not reached by another department, your own work will not be enough to achieve success, regardless of its quality.
The Marine Corps adheres to the philosophy of "every Marine a rifleman", meaning that regardless of their occupation within the military, every Marine is capable of joining the fight. However, this is not restricted to combat. Every Marine is expected
The DronesCorporal stared through the dark red liquid to the wood below. Fields of ash under black midday skies. Screams through the roar of flames consuming wood. Comfort in the proximity of men melded with machine. He'd been unemployed for twenty-three months now, but he only knew that by the date on his benefits checks.
The bar was warm, but to take off his coat and hat would draw attention. Most establishments refused to serve his kind as they returned from the war. Monsters, murderers, abominations, traitors to their own humanity. Nobody would acknowledge him in the street, much less give him any work. The stillness was a worse enemy than any he'd faced.
Superhuman strength, senses, reflexes, endurance. The epitome of humanity combined with the cutting edge of technology in the most noble of causes. But the mind is slow to accept metal and circuitry as replacements for flesh and nerves. There were sacrifices, failures, accidents. As the country sent them to war, they became the image of art
X-COM postwar interviewExcerpts from an interview with Colonel Alex Martinez, one of the most heavily modified members of the multinational special forces unit known as X-COM.
How did you end up in the X-COM project?
The project itself was kept top-secret at the time, so only a select few headhunters were actually looking for applicants. It was some real Hollywood spy stuff. I'd been running with the American special forces for some time when they came to me and said 'we have a job for you, but we can't tell you anything about it and you have to accept or decline right now'. Naturally I accepted.
What was the culture like on the frontlines against an unknown foe threatening all humanity?
It wasn't that much different from what I was used to. The military is a melting pot of all sorts, the only common denominator is everyone's really weird. You have to be to be in this line of work. But we were all capable, committed, and did everything we could to execute our missions to a T. The fact we
Dredge - IntroductionDeep beneath the dark waves lies a myriad of truth clutched against the loving bosom of the sea. But few brave her turbulent waves and catastrophic storms in search of such immeasurable treasure. Amid the ballet of vessels entering and leaving the port of Everdeen, one small craft passes almost unnoticed, ever so cryptic in its intentions. Manned by a solitary sailor, the Walkure departs to the setting sun and returns well before the night's end.
Born with a warrior spirit, the once proud whale catcher drifts to sea with the air of a soldier long since relieved of his duties resolutely returning to an unfinished, thankless task. For she has been reborn for a much less industrious purpose; to aid her skipper's endless crusade into the depths of their shared mistress, to whom he is just as much a servant as the loyal Walkure.
Scars litter the coarse flesh of the man known to those in the small port as a shadow at the bar's edge. Those familiar with him are few, making his n
The DiverRupert pulled the bulky diving suit from the wall, the wood from which it'd hung creaking as the waves pushed against the opposite side. Droplets of rain from the black sky landed rhythmically, matching the routine with which he donned his gear and secured the heavy diving helmet. Stepping from warmth he crossed the small boat's deck to a ladder, several tubes tailing behind as he went.
With a harpoon gun in one hand he expertly swung over the starboard side and carefully descended, one heavy metal boot after the other, towards the inky blackness. In the glow of his headlamp Rupert watched the chain of his anchor follow his journey, the rust-coated links telling sorrowful tales of past failures and regrets, but never abandonment. No, the old metal still held for him.
Eventually he reached the seabed, wrapped in pitch blackness as silt billowed about his feet. Remembering where the chain had drifted out of view, the diver left the swaying ladder. The water pressed in on all sides, he co
Analysis of the Combine Strategyby Gen. William H. Reid
In the years since the Seven Hour War, we've been meticulously studying the Combine. Together with data collected from across the globe during their occupation and our cooperation with the Vortigaunts, we've formulated a strong theory about their overall strategy, and its vulnerabilities.
The biggest question that's been plaguing us is how they were able to destroy all Earthly resistance at the height of our military power, and yet be unable to eliminate a small rebel group. By going over the details of what happened in the Seven Hour War, we believe it's simply because the Combine are militarily incompetent.
The war started shortly after the Black Mesa Incident, suggesting they jumped right into the invasion without taking time to study us first. The sudden appearance of alien transmissions during the war supports this. Their attack was sudden, global, and simultaneous, but their military units showed little, if any, coordination with one another. It was simply