[ WP ] Right before you die , you check your Kill-to-Death ratio . Surprisingly , you have dozens of kills .

The bombs falling all around did not aid the process. Everything which I had worked for, all my life, the philosophy I believed in passionately, was crumbling around me. 
 
 How did it come to this? 
 
 Just years ago, I had controlled almost every square meter of this continent. 
 
 Now, my most loyal men, men I had trusted, came to me, to admit their failure and betrayal. They did not listen anymore. There was nothing left to believe in, how I hated them for it! 
 
 The walls closed in more tightly by the minute. The dim light flickered as consequence to the bombs shattering above. This was it. 
 
 All I could do was stare into her eyes. 
 
 The cyanide tablet clenched between my teeth, and the Walther pained my temple as I pressed it closer. 
 
 The final seconds were a barrage of numbers. They did n't seem to stop, climbing without hesitation. 30 million, 60 million, 80 million. NO. 
 
 They all deserved it, every last one of them. They ruined my beautiful country, all of them. 
 
 The final sensation of the twitch of my finger, to the trigger of the gun, pointed to my head. 
 
 All I could say now was `` I love you, Eva''. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

