B l u e + - Prologue

The planet stopped being of much use a long time ago, and with it came the creation of the plants. There are no longer Temperate, or easily lived in climates. There's either too hot and dry, too cold and frozen, or nothing at all; that's another reason the plants were made. They're harsh places to work, but they manage to scrape a small living out of this dying world. Sure, people die working in them - but at least it's work. At least you feel as if you're doing something to keep from loosing your mind in the heat, something to keep from freezing your ass off. Something to keep your mind from going insane.

The plants are the only reason there's still life on this planet, the only reason the people on this planet can continue on. The plants keep the underground safe, keep it so we don't die while living down here. Yeah ... there aren't too many people on the surface anymore; sure a few of us live up there ... but most of the cities are underground now. The plants brought around something else too, an organization that call themselves LIVE. They're a waste of space if you ask me ... nothing but murderers that cover up their human experiments with false promises of 'Saving the Planet' and statements of 'Salvation'.

The plants ... they're starting to fail one by one, and people being as simple minded as they are ... they can't figure out what's happening. Some say it's the real end of the world, but me? I know exactly what's going on. LIVE want the plants gone so they can put that damn 'Life in Virtual Energy' plan into motion. They're opening rifts, voids we call Drop Offs, in the plants and destroying them from the inside out. In each destroyed plants' place goes a LIVE tower ... but, don't ask me what they're planning with those. All I know? The deeper you go underground, the higher you get in those towers. The higher you go? The more you lose yourself. The more you remember what you don’t want to.

… The more you forget why you’re alive in the first place.

No … I think that’s only me, but I think I forgot that a long time ago …

All I know? I want them dead, every last one of those bastards. The Scientists, the Experiments, the Soldiers - all of them ... but mostly? I want her dead, I want her to suffer, and I damn well better be the one to make her do so. Once they're gone, then ... maybe this void in my stomach will go away. Maybe I can get these things out of my head ... maybe I can get rid of this pathetic existence of mine. Those two are doing it for their own reasons, and I'm doing this for mine.

Only thing is I'm not doing it for me. I'm not doing it for the planet. I'm not doing it for the people. I'm not doing it for a better damn life. I'm not doing it to be the hero, or noticed. I'm not doing it to gain a purpose in this pathetic place.

... I'm doing it for her sake, cause that's the only purpose I've ever had anyway.