From Vinegar to wine

Phantom Pain

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Date: 8/24/2101

title: fuck rain and my life First Day Report

Alight, so things haven't been going too hot. Apparently, the house where I was camping out was a cop's, who was not happy to see me. He punctuated as much by trying to have me ingest some .38 rounds. On the bad side, I had to beat a man up in his own home, take his food, money, clothing, and anything else I could fit in a duffle bag then run off. Not the most heroic thing I've done, but I didn't have much of a choice.

On the plus side, I have a gun and ammo to go along with these new supplies. My time in America made me very good at shooting, and the fact that most of the villains and heroes in Japan don't have guns gives me an advantage. Next, all I need to do is find a base, find out who framed me, and find them before I'm tracked down and killed by heroes... damn, that to-do list got hard so fast.

Currently, I'm on the rooftop of some tall building in the middle of Yokohama trying to figure out where the hell to go without being caught. Apparently when I'm wearing a hat, I'm not easily recognizable. Either the loss of 40 pounds and an arm makes someone look different, or no one knows what I look like if I cover up my hair in a hat and wear sunglasses. Oh yeah, and the reason I'm writing this is because for some reason I got sentimental and decided to leave that dude his camera like an idiot. I stole a flash drive to download the video I recorded, though. All in all, beside the crippling fear of being discovered and the heavy rain, today has been pretty damn nice. I would put more down, but this pen is running out of ink. If I get the chance, I'll take a picture of this and any other written documents 'cause I'm horrible with paper.

P.S: I woke up and felt my left arm twitching. You see it in old war movies, but looking over and not seeing my arm there and yet feeling it is something I don't know how to really describe in words.

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I don't know how long I stared at my reflection, but all I knew is that I got a great view of myself paling as I came to terms with this new development. Honestly, I didn't know I could get that pale - it clashed wonderfully with the blood drying on my forehead.

"I'm a kid again," I said out loud, cringing at the damn lisps my voice had. God damnit, I had been so happy when that was fixed. "Fuck, I'm a kid again." Okay, time to figure out how the hell this happened.

First thought that came to mind was Eri, but why turn me into a kid when she could remove me from existence? She almost did it once. Mental time travel, I concluded, shaking my head at the idea. It was the only idea that made sense, though.... unless I was in some type of hell where I'd be forced to relive my life and see all of my mistakes. I was hoping it wasn't that. "Alright, time travel exists." I barked out a laugh, nodding my head as I struggled to fully accept that notion. "That's honestly a little terrifying."

Now, what could I do with that knowledge? Figure out a way to go back? As morbidly interesting as it would be to see the fallout of my swan song, nah. Last thing I remember in my old body was Deku's foot approaching my face, so I'm pretty sure I'm either deceased or permanently brain damaged and being carted off to whatever prison is left.

"Can never go back, so don't bother looking." I said out loud, staring at my reflection. Now for the big questions - what day was it? and what should I do now? The first question was solved easily enough by walking back to my room. I turned on my computer to check the date. I couldn't help but laugh as I stared at the screen. "Either God is giving me a second chance, or he's fucking with me."