Stress. It's what makes the world spin. My world has been crumbling from the day I took up my weapons once again. Training myself every night. Attempting to gain control over my madness and my darkness. I feel I was reborn in the incorrect era. I have been in three fights in this past week and not one was a slight challenge. Is there no room in this realm for creatures such as myself? I can only wish for my services to this world be useful or that there may be a creature in this existance to make use of something such as myself. Until that day, I'll continue to put myself through hellish training, ripping my body past its limits, and walking through everyone that challenges me in battle. When I say battle, I mean this on any level. Not just the boundries of fighting, but in any properties that are laid down infront of me. I love challenges and if I can find someone that can finally out-match me. I will lay my honor down for their will of use.

Let me listen to your prayers, so that I may have the pleasure of ectasy when I strip them away from you piece by piece.

- NakedInk