Lie down.
Never lie down. Weak. All of them were weak. Strongest. Strongest always survives.
Strongest. Smartest. Open up. Food…. Food inside. Find out what's inside. Cut. Cut open. Blood. Red juice.
Find food. Fight. All fight. Weak. Fight. Win. Eat. Fight. Win. Eat. Don't stop. Keep moving. Pleasure.
Let food fight. Strong. Weak are food. Strong becomes us. Strong hunts together. Strong wins.
Guns. Ships. Knives… Fight food. Find food. Eat food.
Screams. Music. Strong don't care. Strong survives. Strong feel nothing. Cut open. Eat. Pleasure. Take pleasure.
They were all weak. Eat… Test… Find strong… Make watch… Make join… Strong…
Never lie down.
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I wrote this because it was an idea I couldn't get out of my head, and I think it merits a short explanation.
Everything in the "story" is deliberate. I don't know what you would call this except a conscious stream of thoughts. I tried to relate some form of coherentness, seeing as Reavers hunt, fight, fly ships, leave booby traps, and do rather sophisticated things. That and… eat people.
Reavers aren't mine, and I hope you enjoyed.
