When Damaus put his name in for the Traveler’s Cup he wasn’t expecting to be chosen.
Exploding in the midst of a crowd of people was just plain fun. I don’t recall how many times I’d played the scenario, I can only tell you that it brought me joy every single time. To squeak by the angry machine gun spray of meat-headed security forces felt exhilarating. Getting shot meant nothing: only setting off my suicide vest packed with nails, screws and ball bearings mattered. Blowing up within the masses, evoking as many casualties as possible meant maximum points and new gear for futu. . .
Exploding in the midst of a crowd of people was just plain fun. I don’t recall how many times I’d played the scenario, I can only tell you that it brought me joy every single time. To squeak by the angry machine gun spray of meat-headed security forces felt exhilarating. Getting shot meant nothing: only setting off my suicide vest packed with nails, screws and ball bearings mattered. Blowing up within the masses, evoking as many casualties as possible meant maximum points and new gear for futu. . .
