Character : DarkaName : DarkaAge : 21Gender : FemaleSpecies : Arcsin (Darise)Size : 1m73Strength : AverageSpeed : AverageSOD ID : SOD15008Other : Darka has a very strong and authoritarian personality. She doesn't like to be told what to do, and if you piss her off, you're in deep trouble. Other than that, she's a friendly person, with a a little crazy/funky side. She recently joined the Grey Team. Green didn't want to admit her at first, but he later changed his mind when he saw what she was capable of. Darka has a certain talent for evaluating Tactical opportunities in combat situations, and she's also a master at the art of throwing grenades. She creates her own explosives, and never missed a single target when throwing one of her many dangerous devices. Darka is also a very good pilot, Yet her driving skills will never exceed Green's. Darka's also a little famous for teaching lessons "her way" to men who disrespect other women in front of her. She's been in a relationship with Black for many
WorthlessIf you really think about itNobody's really alive anymoreAll of us are just empty shellsWalking endlessly to a still unknown destinationNone of us knowsWhat the objective isWhat the goal of the game isWhat we're all aiming forWe are not livingSome of us are strugglingSome others are sleepingMost of us are still dreamingWe are just feeding the systemAnd the system keeps on feeding usWith lies and storiesWith the illusion that we're living
Meteorites en PluieUn grand espace vide au plus profond de soi,Celui qu'on ressent quand on a froid.Un grand espace noir,Celui qui se montre quand est mort l'espoir.Nous avons perdu. Ils ont gagné.La bataille est terminée,La guerre l'est aussi.Pour nous, tout est fini.Il n'y aura pas de nouveau départ miraculeux.Il s'est achevé, le rêve heureux.Ont s'est tous reveillé, fini de dormir;Et on a tous enfin réalisé, que l'on allait mourir.La panique inutile nous gagne, perfide et maligne.Certains se mettent à courir, brisant les lignes.L'Humanité saoule s'est écroulée sur ce monde qui roule,Et s'est à présent à son tour, sur nos têtes que son ciel s'écroule.
AirplanesSudden acceleration. Speed. Your body is compressed even deeperInto your seat. Landscapes, running across the window, Fast.Patches of colours, all around. Fresh pressurized cabin air.More speed. Vibrations from motors. Engines. Reactors.Another kind of compression; you are crushed. You feel likeYou weight 1 ton for the little moment of 15 seconds.Then suddenly you are floating. Gravity lost the fight. Flight.You are flying. Everything becomes smaller. Ants.People are now 1 Ám, cars are are 1 mm, roads areLines of grey, houses are red squares, buildings are littlePieces of Lego, stood up. Seas are sheet of shiny blueWrinkled paper. Boats are streams of dust. Insignificant.Then you rise above the clouds. You are now free.You are no longer obligated to follow the limits.You are a god. The sky is yours. Everything.White, blue, orange and yellow. Free. At last.
Diversity in Simple ThingsYou're walking downtown, in the middle of the city. TheSun's shining nicely on the grey marble pavements,People keep walking around. All the confusion and noise isInvisible to you, you are ignoring it. You don't need it.No, you, you just hear all the voices in your mind, your soul;All of them are singing in unison, a beautiful songMade from fragments of memories and souvenirs;The best symphony ever made, the ultimate remix.As you walk, you notice the shadows of the leafs ofA green lush tree that was forced to grow between twoBuildings; in the middle of this city, among the pollutionAnd the gas; among the trash and the people.You look up and see the leafs, the branches and the skyBehind them. The sun's throwing rays of light betweenAll those ramifications. You find it beautiful. In fact,This is probably the most beautiful patchwork you'll ever see.
RiseYou awaken. You stand up and walk up to your window.You live at the top of a skyscraper, in the middle ofA city surrounded by oceans. Everything's glass, stoneAnd metal. Warm and cold colours. Everywhere.But not yet. It's still night time. The sky is black,Empty of clouds. Even if all the conditions are at their best,All the stars cannot be seen. It's dark. All the lights inThe city are off. Silence dominates the game.Suddenly, the sky starts changing colours. Very very slowly,It fades from black to grey, from grey to blue, from blueTo orange, from orange to red. The entire moment lasts 1Hour. You stood there, still, watching.The silhouette of a globe of light appears at the horizon,Behind all the buildings and towers. Light starts reflectingOn all the surfaces of the constructs. Rays of warm orangeLight illuminate your room, as the sun finally rises.
RevoltThe crowd's smoking hot, everybody's screamingFists shaking up in the air, claws waving at the skyYou breathe heavily like the rest of the animals around youYou are a part of the mass; another cell in the systemThe big creature is marching forward,growling menacingly. The air is cold,Vapour forms up when you release air from your lungs,When you throw your rage and frustration outIn front of the beast stands a small wall of blue helmets.The front ranks disperse quickly, as individuals throw Molotovs.Fire smoke ashes gas glass shards blood screamsYou're a part of the mayhem, you're an employee of chaosDestroy destroy burn burn break break hit hitThe wrath of the monster has been releasedEverybody's running forward, hoping for violenceFists shaking up in the air, claws waving at the sky.
FocusI don't want to know why we are aliveI don't want to know why we dieI don't care about all those unanswered questionsThat will probably never get a full proper responseIf the universe was just another little particle of dustIn a bigger world where time would be nothingWhat difference would it make ?You wake up and fall asleep, that's all.There's no need to care about the detailsThat surround you from every sideThey are just other elements of the unsolvable puzzleThat our insignificant lives are.The only thing you should really care aboutIs how you feelWhether you are happy or sad, delighted or madIt's all that matters.