User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161125185816

"Confusion struck him, his hand feebly holding on to his blood-drentched spear, beckoning back to him, his corrupted percepts. His mind, split in a...war within. One growling for the killing to continue..." ''a gloomy projection of ghosts twisted by emotions of hate, rage, disgust, brutaly appear on his left side. Painted in a sickly violet, they pound on a mirror-like glass, mere inches away from his very corporal being. Screetching and belowing are their culture, old, older than what this current world has seen before. Ghosts of the past, perhaps?''

"... and the other, pleads for the senseless slaughter to stop, begging for the child turned killer to cease it all, lest he be lost within the turmoils of adults, throwing children to fight and die their wars... "''on the right, voices of the people, radiant in blue, yet humble, slowly make their way here. They send off beacons of love, patience, compassion as their way of life. Gently placing one hand each on their side of the balance, they whisper prayers of renewal, pushing off any advance those of the left side may attempt. Their state deprict knights, priests, monks, old doctors, as unknown as the buthers of the left side.''

''The mannequin of the young man falls on the ground, dropping his spear and violently grabbing his head between his hands. "''His perceived version of the monsters brought by the lies of men, shattered, he comes into the fold, as his mind grimmly tallies his sins commited in the name of pure hatred. Hatred that refused to die in the past, a grudge built by those who perceved themselves as specter of light. The human mind has strange ways to cope with traumatic events..."

''The mannequin of the man ends up running away, his helmet ripped off, his armor, broken, reminiscing of his shattered illusion. The scenery fades away...''

''The next scenery appears, depicting a man, garbed in a ragged pango-like cloak, wandering through a desolate land. 3 words read'' '2 years later...'