A wall collapsed as Joseph struck. He'd been idly aim for the cipher he walked by, hitting the wall instead. What an awful map. What an awful game.
What an awful day.
Even the cold, muted colors of the camera world did nothing to ease his bloodlust. He'd already hacked up a mirror image to bloody pieces. No reason to chair it, whichever survivor it was would suffer and bleed once the world collapsed.
Collapsed, and broke into a thousand pieces...
Like him. Like the vold heart, beating within his chest. The pain, such pain at these memories. The suffering, oh the suffering.
Like everyone would. Everyone that dared cross his path in this match. Everyone would feel the pain he felt before they died.
And they would suffer the same bloody end he was forced to remember for eternity.
Joseph turned a corner and came to face a fence. He grit his teeth and swung, ripping the steel fencing out of the dirt and sending a chunk flying.