Always thought it would be enough.
BTLs are the best damn thing that ever happened to me. Leave the world behind. Float off into someone else's reality. A better reality. A cleaner, dirtier, happier, sadder, more peaceful and more violent place that makes the real world look like life with the mute button on.
I never should have taken that troll job.
After the club, I felt dead. I felt nothing. I went back into the loop for a while, to lose myself, and... nothing.
I unplugged myself after a while. I was bored.
Kept thinking back to the rush. The BTL roaring in my head merged with the high of fighting that troll. Watching his body twitch in black and white as his roars screamed across the helmet in radiant color. Not following someone else's script, either. Following *mine*.
I've never been one for trip chips. Never been one for mood chips, either.
But I want that again. That BTL high with myself in the drivers seat. The jacked up sense of danger with real teeth behind it.
I want to run again. I need to.
I just hope to God it feels like something.
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