The sound of a tape recorder starting echoed through the room.
"Can I get a smoke? *Lighter flaring up* Thanks. So, I just speak into here?
“Yes. Just tell your story from the beginning and how your actions led you up to this point in the battle.”
"Alright." *Deep breath*
"My name is Jack Rabbit. I don’t have much to tell, so here we go. I’m a loner, usually, I have a brother and sister. I lived in my house alone in a tiny suburban area just on the outskirts of the main city of Baltimare. It has been a couple months, since the beginning of this damn war. I don’t know if it started for resources, power, wealth, or land but, there is one thing. I don’t give a shit. I’ve seen my fair share of death and misery. I was never a fighter when I was younger. I used to be the pony that was picked on for being a blank flank and small. When, I got my cutie mark, I was still picked on for what it was. It was a damn camp fire. I still don’t get what it means but, I’ll figure it out sometime later. The only family that I really care about is my brother and sister. My mom included but, she died of cancer five years ago, my brother and sister have moved but I still have a hard time about it. I just don't want to talk about it. So, why don't we start this so I can get out of here and do what i promised."