Construct a new reality,
Build myself a home.
Meet these fighting lords and lead;
Show their armies where to roam.
All I met along the way,
They became my family.
Through them I uncovered stories;
Things I would have never seen.
They listen, and he's there to help;
I just design and lead the way.
Tactics I construct myself;
I'm good at that and win the day.
But at the end of the long, long road,
The vision begins to fade.
Reality starts to chew its' way
Through the world that I have made.
The one I loved was forced to go.
My friends, to say goodbye.
My future is to disappear,
Though the opposite I try.
But none of it was ever real,
Though I can still go back.
It just wouldn't be quite the same,
Because they'd all forget.
I'll play again, I'll start anew,
Although it may sound dumb.
'Cause sometimes I'd rather be there than here:
My world of Fire Emblem.
I really do feel that way sometimes. Reality sucks.
My tactician (and I) loved Nils. Why isn't there an ending where he gets to stay? (sob) I'm going to write my tactician's story one day, mark my words...