oh the joys of the realm, an endless supply of people to murder the best part is that they’ll always come back! So you can kill them over and over and over again

today was no different, the sun had just barely risen and no survivors where left standing in the path of your onslaught you where waltzing around the area admiring the chaos you’d created until you saw 1x1x1x1 approaching, it seemed off, typically the killers rarely if at all have little chances like this where they met in the same spot, though it was pleasant whenever it did happen, at least, for you… you posed up taking pride in your work as they approached, when they reached you they stared blankly, unimpressed as always

“What do you look so smug for?”

their voice was harsh, annoyed, they had a few marks on their body, shallow cuts, bruises (?), and some much deeper cuts… looks like their night didn’t go as smoothly as yours, after all you only had to deal with some random people from, dip-stick-nowhere.

“What? Do you take pride in this lousy work? All I see is charred corpses and strangled bodies you weren’t even trying to be clean where you?”

they seemed very annoyed that you where so… joyous…