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Fantasy 1: Violence

    A clash of swords as blood wonderfully spills.


    Effortlessly moving and flowing as two dancers of combat cross swords.


    I wonder, will I ever be able to be like that?


    To clash but endlessly flow like the streams in a rippled river.


    I want to experience this feeling... this nature.


    As a kid I used to be entranced with these videos and recordings of idealistic hero''s who set out to beat the villain. It was pure logic as a kid wasn''t it?


    The good guy wins because he''s right and the evil person dies because they''re wrong.


    But I was never interested in such idealism, and nor was I interested with this question.


    I loved the violence. The combat. The battle cry unleashing with adrenaline pumping and bursting.


    I wanted it.


    I wanted to experience it.


    No... I needed it.


    Being able to indulge in a ferocious clash which creates bonds and which was so beautiful to me. I always fantasised for hours the characters I would create and the back story moulded for me, how the choreography would play out and indulging in cliché scenes. But I was just a coward.


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    The ''evil eye'' belittling my interest and slanting its eyes as if to say I was such a disgusting specimen. But I realised I had no care for what people thought about me.


    It was my family.


    I cared for how my family would be treated.


    I cared for how they would treat me.


    Would they disown me if they found out I went along with these destructive tendencies?


    Probably.


    So I fantasise and fantasise. Vividly these thoughts seem so real I thought to myself.


    They''ll keep me satisfied. I wont have to be judged by my own family and I''ll be able to keep living an ordinary life not tainted with distain or ruining the red bonds I have, thankfully chained since my birth.


    But with all the despair I''ve experienced...


    I just don''t care anymore.


    A man I have become and so a man I must act out.


    I will march on and express this bloody fantasy into a vivid reality.


    To satisfy this salvation I desperately need, even if I turn psychotic...


    Into the thing I love.
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