All You Need Is Kill

by Hiroshi Sakurazaka

If there’s a heaven, it’s a cold place. A dark place. A lonely place.

Good ideas don’t stand a chance against good bureaucracy.

agreed.

I had signed up thinking I could make some sense of this fuckedup world by betting my life in battle and seeing what fate dealt me. Boy was I ever green.

If I was tea-green now, I must’ve been lime-green back then. Turns out my life isn’t even worth enough to buy one of those pricey bombs, and what cards fate has dealt me don’t have any rhyme or reason.

All around you, your friends are breathing in and out without a second thought while you drown alone in a sea of air.

crushed lungs.

She could have swallowed a live rat and wouldn’t have seemed more a snake in our midst.

“Our lives should be written in stone. Paper is too temporary—too easy to rewrite.” Thoughts like that had been on my mind a lot lately.

I don’t care how many lives you have, if you followed the orders of every officer fresh from the academy, you’d end up getting bored of dying.

+1

“You shouldn’t assume everything you don’t understand is a message,”

“Your mother must have been disappointed when the abortion only killed your conscience,”