Post by Vehemence on Nov 18, 2015 19:45:04 GMT
Yesterday, I had my first true outing with The Khans. We performed the ritualistic slaughter of all humans near Hub.
We then went into Den and proceeded to gain control of the town until an unfortunate event with a rival faction.
All that being said, I felt alive watching others die. I was amazed that as many years as I have been on Earth, I had never truly lived before others lost their lives.
I sensed the change in my mind. I observed a slight twitch in my heart. I felt the hot blood, a mortal representation of what it is to be a Khan, running through my widened veins.
I now know what it is to be a killer. It is a drug... an addiction. My instincts of compassion and morality have contorted into a yearning lust for lifeless forms underneath my boots.
I want blood. I need slaughter. I am death.
I hold nothing short of undying gratitude to my Khan brothers for opening the gate to a narrowed path of righteous, justifiable homicide.
We then went into Den and proceeded to gain control of the town until an unfortunate event with a rival faction.
All that being said, I felt alive watching others die. I was amazed that as many years as I have been on Earth, I had never truly lived before others lost their lives.
I sensed the change in my mind. I observed a slight twitch in my heart. I felt the hot blood, a mortal representation of what it is to be a Khan, running through my widened veins.
I now know what it is to be a killer. It is a drug... an addiction. My instincts of compassion and morality have contorted into a yearning lust for lifeless forms underneath my boots.
I want blood. I need slaughter. I am death.
I hold nothing short of undying gratitude to my Khan brothers for opening the gate to a narrowed path of righteous, justifiable homicide.
