Sweet, sweet revenge
You swing the mace furiously. You nick yourself on the arm with
the sharp spikes. A small dot of blood appears on the
"injured" arm.
"Dave! This is all Dave's fault!" You run over and squeeze a
couple of more wounds into Dave's body. "Wait a second..."
you realize, " This isn't only DAVE'S fault. All of them."
You glance around madly at the houses of the kids who were playing
ball with you not five minutes earlier. A grin slips over your face.
"Oh, yes. Ha ha. Sweet, sweet, revenge....."
You throw your hands in the air. " Wimps!" you scream,
"Can no one stand a little bloodshed these days?!"
