Tonight’s kill count: 1
The black harvest has commenced. Another madness season is upon us. I have abandoned honor in the pursuit of revenge. You are craven fools that cower and strike from the shadows. We are all of us locked in a lunatic struggle. I will never surrender, and you lack the mental capacity to know you are beaten. This is not war. It is slaughter. My home is a charnel ground for you. You climb over the corpses of your own kind to come here, and yet still you persist. It is folly. You are not even admirable in your persistence. Your ignorance disgusts me.