Just as the title says, Tis a random story time. Sit down and enjoy. *begin recording* As I lay here in my own pool of blood all I see is death. Not only a minute ago was i seeing life, now however, nothing with Light is left. Every living thing here has been stripped of its brilliant Light, extinguished, like wet fingers over a match. 'Twas so easy, I am surprised it hasn't happened sooner. We thought our light was brilliant, that it could illuminate all of the dark corners of the cosmos. We we wrong, so terribly wrong. Where did it all go wrong? When did it all go wrong? Was there even a time where we were actually fine? Who knows, for I am just a pawn in a war far greater than my mind can fathom. As I speak these last words, my own light slowly decays. Eventually, it too will be extinguished, it will suffer the same fate as Dixon, my ghost. His light was siphoned out of him, and his dead carcass metallic carcass was all that was left. How were we so naive? How were we so [i]weak?[/i] We are supposedly humanities last "guardians", super soldiers, we can kill anything in seconds, so how am I dying? How is the hunter now become the hunted? How has the titan been smashed to a pulp? How is my light being siphoned by the very dark void I solely conquered? Alas, I do not know again, and doubt I ever will. It's all strange. How this started. How we are simply brought back to life and fed a story. How stupid we are for even accepting the fable. That we are a sort of avenger brought from the dead to fight a fight we are told to by a giant floating mechanical orb? Yeah, seems legitimate enough. Makes sense too. Damn. I honestly hope I bleed out soon. The darkness has even corrupted my own thoughts, making me believe we were betrayed by The Traveller and Speaker. They would never betray us, right? They are the path of righteousness and light... I hope With this recording I have left you, whoever, or whatever, a glimpse into my mind as I near my death. If you are a warrior of the light, I applaud you for regaining this lost territory. If you are a creature of the dark, eat a bag of crap. My fireteam is dead. My ghost is dead; and I am next to join them on them other side of the void. Warriors of the light, please do not let my death, my ghost's death, an my friends death be in vain. Fight on to restore the light lost here, and the light lost everywhere else in the cosmos. With this request, I bid you farewell. *end recording* So I just came up with this on the spot, sorry if it's not too good, I'm no John green or J.K. Rowling. Just a kid that can't sleep at night due to an over-stimulated brain. Leave your opinions and such, and I (might) write another (possibly improved) story. See you starside guardians.