• Whisps of a single whim linger heavily on the solitary mind, oh those sumptuous cogs of thought ever-turning within the psyche of one mind; provocative to these urges as I; the one warped and delirious, ominous yet alluring stand outside this tattered cottage... Behold! This pearly white face guard... no orifice to loan sight; yet, this all seeing eye within 16 planes seeks the stench of those worthy of a warriors death... Teehee! And in all this glorious sight I see the putrid stench of one, ushering the dementia, overwhelming those non-primordial tendencies of peace in a violent epiphany to provoke the very symbolisation of time perfected movements of this bandage-ridden frame! Little Pig! Little Pig... LET ME IN! Before I drag you out by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin! Hehe! I see that gaze cast 'pon me from the top window, I can feel that tingle of trepidation running down your spine like an Arctic chill! I taste the pheromones of fear when those cold beads of sweat slowly protrude and trickle!


    And so it is to be...


    My victim...


    Fresh blood to flow like wine...


    Such a gift of combat will always be...


    ...Priceless...


    Breaching those boundaries of adrenaline he musters, that new found confidence akin to childish audacity he ponders even though his bottom lips continues to quiver... I wonder... Is there an afterlife over yonder... Once free from those shackles of flesh, will he truly be set free? Nay, there is no God! No ethereal being that can answer your prayers! Whistling free the anxious shrieks of twin Yata─čan as these upper limbs tear them free from their housing material! Gaze in awe; the amber hue'd ribbons of twilight spew forth with the deep grind of those razor-fine edges against the metal-brimmed caps of these sheaths! Come now, my dear foe, why so glum and full of woe?! From behind the facial masquerade of ivory, these chapped and scarred lips part briefly, to flicker the forked tongue with a sibilant hiss. Come little rival, charge at me! And see how I bugger thee in thy own shrubbery...