I am not sure what I have become, or how long I've been gone, suffice to say that I now only have brief moments of "me", followed by days upon days of nightmares.
I can't say that I'm sorry. Death has become my way of life. If I only knew it would lead to such unquenchable bloodlust, perhaps I would have become something else. A healer, a scholar, something. But no, I have chosen this path and will walk it to the end.
This is comfort from the visions, the great darkness.
Villager after villager, falling dead, limbs and bits of flesh paint the ground making mosaics of green and red and brown, coating my body with warm blood.
Minthka.. Minthka.. Why has this city driven me to such evil?
ketel o_o - 900+ Minthka citizens murdered daily
Genoicide at Minthka
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