The explanation for the violence? I was influenced while playing Halo 3. x]
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On the battlefield
Poised to kill.
He runs at me, armed.
Nothing will stop me now.
I was ready, anticipating his bloodshed.
The first shot.
The trigger is pulled.
But not by me.
Bullet after bullet strikes through the armor,
Touching the fragile skin below it
And releasing the thick red.
I'm stunned,
But remarkably still alive.
My heart pounds in my chest, ready to give up any second.
This is the end.
It has to be.
No. I won't give up. Never.
But how could I compete with the evident fact that my life was being sucked out of me?
This is my one chance at survival.
The final seconds.
My fingers twitch for the trigger.
I won't let him win.
The final shot is made.
The bullets, cold and rapid, hit me one last time.
With one final groan, I surrendur.
Broken.
Mangled.
Dead.
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