Do you know how easy it is to make beings hollow like these creatures of only a lust for decimation? it's scary, truly horrifying, and would scar ME too, if I had anything left to scar. the only thing that really keeps me from being just like them is the fact that I find elation, fulfillment and a psychotic pleasure in the sadistic ways I've learned to torture and manipulate and kill those that go against me and those who are merely tools on my agenda from which I can gleam at whim some amusement amongst the focus needed to wreak the chaos I cause successfully. I will sooner become one of you to break your spirit from the inside to out, and reform your remaining self into a puppet than simply murder and burn you and all those close to you. I find no fun in a simpleton's flame, and mass genocide becomes pointless and trifle as the savoring of every individual's loss of hope and decent into madness or unsurmountable sorrow is lost in the haze of the gunfire and screams from both sides as none can later count the losses.
That's the true difference between these honestly horrible beings that waste life and space and reckless, carelessly, tactlessly cause slaughter of innocent and not without distinction.
Where it is the only, all consuming initiative, meaningless other than a mindless purpose and nothing more, to me it is personal. It is cold, it is cruel, it is intoxicating, it is a mistress, it is a slave, it is a purpose I improve and make a point to master as not only a skill but the inspiring art I was shown it to be. To me it is a relationship, and with its poison and its bite is its own sort of therapy and healing to fix the damage of the breaks it causes as price. Death and Murder are not things to be taken lightly, and in them should be a passion, most of all a love for the action. Or else you have not only committed an unappeasable crime against Life, against your victim and those affected in the ripples left in the wake of spilled blood and cold carcass abandoned to rot in the secretive darkness. But against yourself, as you had no reason, not want, no gain, only loss and guilt. Things more powerful than I or Jaydes destroys a being from the depths of their soul and their mind when such actions are done like that. Madness is the kind term. The UnderWhere is an escape from the terrors those vengeful, deceptive forces sow to their captives.
Call me a monster, call me a liar, call me a Thief of Life and a Plunderer of Sanity. But whatever name you grace upon me, Do Not Ever Dare to call me the SAME as those vile, utterly disgusting barely sentient Garbage! (