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05/04/11(Wed)16:18 No.14813255The SRA did me some good at first, but damn if it ain't hard to live a normal life. I'm a mid-scale pyrokinetic, accidentally burnt down a couple hundred acres of Georgia forest--mix of old growth and pine farms--and killed three people, putting upwards of fifty in the hospital. Not proud of what happened, but I did my best to save who I could, seeing as I'm a firefighter--or I was, anyway--and it's my job. So I got registered, put on house arrest for awhile, the SRA sent this guy to tutor me in discipline, then I got moved out of state for my own protection, supposedly.
They won't let me call, they won't let me write, they won't even let me send a 'I'm perfectly fine' postcard to any of my friends or family. I'm feeling like a prisoner, man. I'm in this little suburb place, everything's the same, smiling neighbors. I'm a farm boy, this is even worse than the few years I spent in New York going to college.
I wanna get out and get back to a normal life, or at least as normal as it can get for a middling pyro. But they aren't even letting me keep a job right now. |