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The berserker’s end

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on August 17, 2012

Anger came easily. He let it wash over him like a purifying rain. The fury liberated him, turned him from a mere man into an element of nature. He was a river of death, broke loose of its banks, swallowing and demolishing everything in its surging wake. The cause of the anger disappeared under the crimson waves rolling over his mind. The madness itself became the focus, and he gladly let it blind him. His blade sang and danced with wild abandon, as only those with a free heart can. He crushed and slaughtered in ecstasy.

Every blow, whether dealt or received, filled him with a gleaming light and added to his delirious intoxication, right until the moment of his own death.


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