\u201cBattlefield of Chaos\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026more madness. Then nothing.
Then more insanity
More chaos
Not training. Conditioning
I become acclimated to the confusion;
I start to revel in it;
I come to be a part of it.
The sounds, the smells, the blinding lights
The pain, the degradation
None of it matters
Neither do I
As long as\u00a0I do what I\u2019m supposed to\u2026 and that\u2019s a good thing
My senses,
my feelings,
my very life
They\u00a0are\u00a0all\u00a0irrelevant
All that matters is the task before me\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The battle begins as a symphony of harmonics
With each dimension suddenly,
violently
Revealing itself to the enemy
These dimensions curl down over their worlds
Compressing into an ever-tightening sensorial experience
For which\u00a0they\u00a0have\u00a0no response
Save panic\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And we
Who use such\u00a0weapons
Are acclimated to confusion
We revel in it
We are a part of it\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we endow the arena of our enemies with confusion
We deliver unto them a battlefield of chaos
Over which they have no control
For which they have no training
Upon which they have no hope of dominion
They are just unwelcome visitors to our home
Temporary intruders in our world<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"