Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171215023942/@comment-29637681-20171216150309

“Not me...” Adder moves off into the ferns.

He hasn’t been hurt too much, thankfully. The wind blows behind him.

As much as he’s been hurt on the outside, it pales in comparison to what’s happened to him on the inside.

He was a normal kid when he was born; he liked sunlight and friends, if he had any. But the War and his emotional trauma had taken its toll on him. Now, he was a malcontent, a miser, a misanthrope. He couldn’t be who he wants anymore. His name is Adder for the rest of his life. Scratch that...He was Salvo for the rest of his life. If he tried to move on, the prosthetic would remind him of the past.

Now, he hated everyone and everything, for the only thing he ever lived for was the night and the slaughter.