Living on as a survivor is not easy in this wretched world.
I have fought countless battles through my life: For glory, for food, for money, and some times for the sheer fun of it.
In my youth I courted war, but as the years passed, my disgust of those who fuelled conflicts began increasing.
Every man that I have ever killed, every instance when I ended a life, sometimes swiftly, cleanly and sometimes slowly; they are still fresh in my memory.
I am exhausted now, awaiting a quick death.
However, my blade still remains hungry for more blood…
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 
And of course, it’s always the blade that’s hungry for blood. Something to do with its tempering, the plunge into human hearts that is the source of the blade’s strength and resilience 🙂
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Aaah yes…such a prolific six!
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I’m with the first commentationer, is it the man or the weapon that creates war?
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Hm…does Survivor have any hope of living a peaceful life? Is it really his blade that is hungry for more blood?? Will we find out? 😀
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Maybe it is time to bury the blade. There seems to be some unanswered questions here about the Survivor’s future.
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Remembering each death he caused makes me wonder just how many there were.
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There were loads…but yet he remembers them all! 😦
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The blade has a mind of its own, or is the weapon a metaphor for the bloodlust the survivor has deep down? 😯
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It is a metaphor.. yes! 🙂
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The sword that never sleeps. Crisp, heroic writing, Net!
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