Megalo-Pyro-Manaical

War is a funny little thing. People justify killing during war. They're doing it to make things right, they're doing it because they other side is wrong, they're doing it for the good of everyone. It's all really a bunch of bullshit. But people have to tell themselves that so everyone else can sleep at night. So they can sleep at night too. Everything human's do has to be justified with some explanation. Which I guess I can understand, being an alchemist and all.

But then there are war crimes. Those… Those make me laugh. I think the only crime you can commit during war is deserting. And not following orders I suppose. But neither of those are the reason I am in jail, although I have been imprisoned for war crimes. Because I had what it took to kill senselessly, even if it meant killing some of my 'companions'. They don't understand it, and after the war was over I was brought up on charges. After. Because with me on their side, we were winning the damn war. Not that I would call it that, even though I have been.

Ishbal. Was. A. Massacre. Simply put. And a hell of a one at that. Those people didn't stand a chance. Most of them ran scared at the sight of a military officer. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why we were there, destroying those people in some mass genocide. But really, I could've cared less, I could still care less even after spending years in solitary confinement awaiting my execution. Which you know, I wonder why I haven't received it yet. Bradley must have some insane reason up his ass for keeping me alive. And it certainly isn't my unfair imprisonment.

I digress though. I do that. I have a lot of time to think. And thinking leads to almost endless digression. See, I've done it again. What was my point? Oh yes, war and it's crimes and such. To me, all war is, is man's natural instinct let loose. Frankly we're animals. I'll admit it, and it is our instinct to kill those weaker than us. I'll even go as far as to say, since we humans do feel things like emotion, that we do it for joy. That is, if we'd let ourselves live on a purely instinctual level.

I most definitely enjoy killing. Not-so-spontaneous combustion for one. With my hands and the ingredients of the human body, and can turn a person into a bomb. The idea of a walking ticker that could go boom at any second just gives me an absolute thrill! And then when I see it explode, why I can't stop laughing usually. Blood, bones, body tissue, muscles flying in every which direction. It's complete carnal beauty!

I suppose this is why I was imprisoned. Because I am considered insane. I like the term maniac myself. Because maniac encompasses a wide variety of things. I like Megalomania or Pyromania. But see, 'maniac' does not only make me insane, but it makes me intellectually insane. You never hear of a dumb maniac. Wild, certainly, unpredictable of course. But never stupid.

Hold on! Wait! I couldn't be… But oh yes, yes it is. That sound is unmistakable. The sound of an explosion not too far away. I think things are about to get interesting.

End

Okay. This was inspired by Omakase-san from a little discussion thingy we were having because I couldn't remember Kimblee's first name. So I guess in a way this is dedicated to Omakase-san because otherwise I would have never thought of it.

Now, that that's out of the way, I think I may have went a little overboard on Kimblee's insanity. As much as I liked his character, I never paid too much attention to his personality. I hope I didn't totally make him out of character.