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"One aaand two -Ha" A worker exclaimed, more like a soldier, but what was the difference, the command, the boss. It was a mere illusion, a worker was a soldier, one that braved different dangers and so too was a soldier, a man that worked for the betterment of the people. Under dangers that others could not imagine, only experience.

Each was filled with brave men that either did it apathetically or with grace and disgruntlement. But for me, when I looked upon them, I merely felt them a mere doll.

A plaything for me to take and use as I please. I felt through the eyes of my delusions, over their senses and with it I pulled a string that I had placed.

A small giggled that echoed through the small hut I was in. The illusion fell to the ground and straight into the mud that he was digging for punishment.

And with that delusion so too did the real one. Just like a doll, controlled by the whims of the one with strings. And I just loved to pull them.