I don't even know how long we have been wandering through the darkness. Every once in a while we will need to eat so we kill a monster, eat, drink from a river, then continue on our way. It used to be just me, but then one day when it felt like I had been asleep for a month, I awoke to him. I wasn't in control of my body. I was moving but I wasn't controlling anything. Then I realized, he took over. To clarify, we are one person. Our name is Krieg. That's all I know about him. That and he loves meat and mass murdering. I managed to convince him that we are to only kill deserving people, I.e. murderers, thieves, bandits, people like that. I told him I would pull the plug if he killed an innocent person.
"I see meat muscles!" What is it this time Krieg? "The beast shall fuel my meat!" Have fun then. "Fun times!" He started chasing after a deer, waving his buzzaxe around like the psycho he is. After about five minutes of chasing the deer, he got bored and through the axe at the animal. When the axe hit it's hide, it tore into its flesh. He walked up to it, still crying and bleeding to death, unable to move. Mercy Krieg, put it out of its misery. He sliced its head off. "Strip the flesh!" He began to tear the hide from the body, hanging the skin from a tree so he could dry it later. "SALT! By God where is my SALT!" You used the last of it on the last kill you idiot. "I need to salt the wound!" You have no salt you dumbass. "Rrrggghhh!" So after a fair bit of cursing and yelling, he finally started a fire and cooked the meat, muttering about how he can't salt the deer's wounds.