Warworld

You may have been wondering where I've been the last couple of weeks.  Truth be told, I don't want to talk about it much.  My team was enslaved and sold to Warworld to serve as gladiators in their blood sport games.  I killed a man.  He was a Daximite, and the only name I knew was the Deadman, as he was a condemned criminal on his planet, and brought to Warworld to be executed in combat, like the Romans did with their criminals, long ago.  I was going to say they forced me to kill him, but they didn't.  They coerced me, sure, but I had a choice.  He was trying to kill me, and they told me that if I didn't kill him, they'd kill me, but I had a choice.  Its easy to say, "I had to", and move on, but I need to face this.  I choose to kill him.  Dinah is helping me with that.  I am so lucky to be able to share her strength and wisdom.  I worried about my teammates, who have their own burdens, and no Wonder Woman to share them with.  I haven't know Skyline all that long, but I've known Gekko for a while, and she's been different since we got back.  More agitated.  I should talk to her.  I'm not Wonder Woman, but maybe I can help.  It probably doesn't help that we are dealing with a case that makes kinda sick.  I know these things happen, but still, staring it in the face is another matter.  I can't talk about it, though, as I don't want to let the bad guys know we are onto them.  I'll have to spell it out in another post later.

I hope you are doing better since I last posted.  I hope more of you have access to the internet and electricity, and are able to start reading again.  I hope you've found a loved one you thought lost.  Things are slowly getting better.  I just hope they won't get any worse before things get back to normal.

*wave*