Crack!fic Dabble - for every crime drama ever made
It was their curse.
They once had their own name, their own identity, sometimes for decades, occasionally for centuries.
They brought light, shelter, enjoyment, making life easier for their creators.
But as soon as they became instrumental in the cruel savagery of man, their identity was stripped from them and their true name forgotten.
Their function changed from one of usefulness to that of a harbinger of death. All the beauty and creativity they had been designed with was dulled and tarnished.
They were instantly guilty, no doubts, no reprieve. And ultimately destroyed.
They had become merely a blunt object.
