I was just an ordinary boy living on planet Manhattan,I went to school,came home,normal stuff.But all that changed one day.It was raining,I was coming home from school, but something was wrong.it was quiet.too quiet.I ran inside.Blood.My room.Blood.Everywhere.Blood.I screamed and tore from the house and ran.and ran.and ran.
5 Years later
5 years had passed since my family died.5 long years.I had gone insane afterwards.
Then, as my sanity returned,I drifted toward the art of destruction.Death became my calling.Oh glorious suffering!To feel that anguish in others,that was my only consolation.I drifted,waiting for a cause,a mercenary venture to cause suffering on.waiting.reflecting on the irony that people paid me to follow my calling.
