This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is a "ramble" blog post, it's sort of like a public journal with less structured and more experimental (read: bad) writing. Don't take it too seriously.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don’t want to bathe in the blood of my enemies againnnnnnnnnnn.

Huh.

But, I do it anyway because it’s what my boss, my colleagues and my employees expect of me.

Keeping up appearances is important when you’re leading a horde of fanatics across the galaxy in a quest to conquer and kill everyone and everything.

I am but a cog in the machine upholding the status quo in charge of killing any living being that steps out of line.

My horde of pencil-pushers would be sent to poke me full of holes, if one day I was to decide to stop bathing in the blood of my so called enemies.

And so, I close my eyes and let the blood wash over me as I dream of a world in which I’m able to do as I please.

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