katana zine '23

>    Twenty-eight years in that godforsaken jungle.

>       Killing soldiers wasn't so bad. I hardly remember it.

>       But burning those villages, watching those naked peasants cry...

>       I see it every day. It's not PTSD, it's the drug.

>       It's only been a week, but it feels like a year.

>       Every word is getting longer, the mosquitoes are getting louder.

>       When the drug runs out, time stops, and you're stuck in the jungle forever.

>       It's... grains of sand in a shrinking hour glass.

>       I know what comes next. I need to ask you a favor.

>  return NULL THEME;

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