Sitting in wait. The hours pass...
Sitting
Waiting
Lying
Waiting...
I see the world before me slowing down. It all seems motionless...
Dead!
Without any motion. Without any emotion!
Just an infertile, inanimate landscape.
Lying, waiting, festering.
I wait here hoping, waiting for someone to appear. For something to happen!
The hours drag... the world seems to have slowed down. To have seized up like a frost-bittten limb on a man dying of cold.
Like a rusty part of a neglected machine.
Time drags and drags... so slowly. So fucking painfully slowly!
While I sit here waiting...
Lying
Waiting
Sitting
Waiting...
I think to myself- Why am I here?? What am I doing in this fucking hole?! Wish I was back in my warm home!
But I came here. I came to sit and to lie and to wait and to fester. Grim times!
But then in these times like these, we all find ourselves doing things we don't want to do.
I chose to act.
I chose to do this!

The waiting goes on!
And the sitting!
And the waiting!
And the lying here...
And the fucking waiting!
And the festering!!
And this barren landscape still sits befre me,
Unchanging. Motionless! Strewn with lifeless, wasted forms,
Still encased in their camouflaged shells!
And still I wait and I fester and I wait...

Until... finally... my man comes along.
Just look through the crossed hairs,
Gently squeeze...
The deadly buzz followed by the loud crack shatters the silence!
Surprise for him!!
It even makes me quake... as I watch the crimson, cranial spray decorate the grey barren landscape.
As he collapses, half-headed, to join his wasted friends in their camouflaged shells.

Oh, yes, I get used to it, though I don't usually enjoy it.
Well... not usually, anyway! But Droptroopers are always more fun to snuff out!
It gets easier to do, especially at a distance, but I'm not naturally the type to enjoy destroying
But I spent too long, sitting around not knowing what to do.
Killing isn't pleasant but it's what I choose to do if I'm to do anything to end this.
It ain't nice like to kill or maim or deprive...
But this is war! We are invaded and occupied
And in times like these, we all find ourselves doing things we don't want to do.
I choose to do this!

And soon, more waiting....
One day, our day will come!
Hruk na-magh djariog!



*Recorded and edited thoughts and diary entry of legendary sniper Roza Ljuda Pavshanka of the Hruk Na-Gaa*