I’m not saying this with the intention to dismiss anyone’s feelings, everyone is valid to their own emotions and it isn’t my business to judge.
I just don’t understand why people would miss Nevada. Technically I do, they all had their own bs going on and probably had important people in their lives so it’s understandable- but I had no experience like that.
In my memories I was a clone of Hank created by The AAHW after the fall of Nevada with the intention to kill them, though immediately I defected.
I don’t remember ever getting close to anyone, the only times I wasn’t fighting I was trying to wrap my head around everything. At first I only ran on instinct, those instincts being ones from both Hank and The AAHW making me an enemy of both of them. Slowly I think I learned how to survive in Nevada though.
I learned that I liked Slaughter Time (there were VERY old tapes of it, I was surprised and enamored by it), I learned that I liked Soda and my favorite weapon was the minigun.
I never got to have friends or a family, I don’t think I ever knew what those were.
But then I formed here. I got passive memories of so many things, and I don’t have to fight anymore.
The sun is absolutely beautiful, I got to see it bounce off of one of the walls while it was setting and I got to stare at it, it was beautiful and it’s seen as so normal here.
There’s plants and animals that I never got to see back in Nevada, so many delicious foods that feel so foreign to me and music that is so calming and comforting. And the internet is something that can bring so many people from such different backgrounds together, so I’ll almost never be lonely.
Did you know you can just.. make paper? I didn’t know that. My friend spoke about it and I’d love to hear them rant more about it in detail, it sounds so interesting and I’d love to do it with them someday.
And even though there’s so much hate and pain there’s also joy and community and positivity. People care for each other and love each other and grow old with each other, they get to explore the little things and have small moments and work through problems to become better people.
There’s so many things in my bedroom alone that I probably would’ve never heard of back in Nevada, I know growing and living will be hard but I also know that it’ll be worth it, I have friends and family to support me and I have a future to look forward to. I finally get to live. I made it.
Sincerely, a White Hank fictive.
- 🔒 anon (I apologize if this rant was long)
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