Our Absence

Take a minute to sit down and relax yourself. Take three deep breaths, in and out. Just focus on your breathing. Now, open your eyes. Are you feeling any different? Feel anything other than your own emotion and body? Probably not. Well, consider yourself lucky. We don't get that privilege to feel or experience relaxation.

Who are we, anyway? I mean, as a whole- who are we?

If you haven't guessed by now, you're probably just a regular jammer. One of the normal animals that run along the streets and beg for- y'know what, some of you probably aren't like that. Nonetheless, I've seen my share of stupid people and idiots. They serve no purpose. If you've found this document, you're smart. I don't think one of those childish imbeciles would even be able to code through the screens to get here!

But who are we?

We're the people you don't see. Hidden by Jamaa's law, we are shrouded in mystery and disbelief. You're very lucky to have not ever seen one of our faces. We're phantoms, but not just pesky, mindless phantoms you kill in adventures. We're an advanced species. The top predators in this twisted food chain, even higher than you. Jamaa's highest officials call us "Virhe," mistakes, evils. They're making a point though- we are mistakes. We should've never been born, first of all.

I'm not finished yet.

For ages, we've watched our friends and family die at your claws, talons, hooves... whatever! You sickening beasts are always provoking us for all the wrong reasons. I get you're just defending your home. You wield blades and arrows that can pierce skin; meanwhile, half of them cower in fear as they're forced onto the battlefield. They aren't doing this because they want to, they're doing it because they have to. It's not their fault! They're innocent... in a way. The king has fed them lies they were forced to take. I'm sorry, but you have it all wrong.

You may be thinking, "What about your kind?" Well, we're blocked away from everyone else. Prized possessions of the royals themselves. A lot of jammers imagine being pampered and polished when being in the "care" of a royal. Not here. That's not how it works. We've been stuck in cells for years and years with little food. The king feeds the rest because they fight. We're mutants. The only times we get a proper meal is when we are sent out to attack some popular person or a public figure that's done good. The thing is, we have fewer advantages. Too many weaknesses.

Trust me, we want out. We're sick and tired of how we're viewed. I'm just as weak as you all. I'm sorry I couldn't make this longer, my time is limited in this room. I actually snuck in, and soon, the guards will be returning to this spot.

You must be wondering why I typed this. Why? I want Jamaa to hear. We are constantly silenced by the lies these royals tell us. No, we're not mindless killers. That's what they tell us. I want you to tell everyone about us. Don't hold back. Tell the Alphas, pray to Mira about this. I want them all to hear.

If you can't do that, fine. Just you wait...

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I wonder what I'll follow this with..