Mar. 23rd, 2011

sturmbahnfuhrer: (I am fucking evil)

[Well, someone sounds pleased despite having gotten killed a day or two ago.]


Did you have fun, my friends? Tearing in to one another, with blade, and gun, and bare hand if need be? To strike out at each other? How long had so many of you been waiting for this chance? But you savored it to the fullest, didn't you? The exhilaration of battle, of striking down your enemy, balanced with the sheer fear of being cut down yourself. Nothing quite takes you to the very height of your own being when you see man after man fall around you, hoping that you yourself may not join them. And there is no thrill like feeling the warm blood of your foe splatter against your face due to their foolishness of letting you get too close.

It was quite fun.


[For those of you who might, for any reason, head to the butcher shop today? Feel free to notice that the Major is there, happily doing his current job as if nothing at all had happened. It's like he hadn't betrayed all of you to play his little violent game at all.]


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