((Wow apparently the picture was too big for the thing. Rip)) Hey so there are actually two different drafts to this story -- the first of which, well..Probably doesn't make all that much sense since everything is out of context, so you're really going to have to do a lot of guessing. The second one is a lot better -- the setting is sorta polished up and presented neatly, and well.. I'll just get on with a small little snippit of both drafts. 1st -- That's how you are. That's how we are. We build upon each other. We all have something written on us, but also things that can't be plainly seen. We all have our own style, our own words, our own ideas. We depend on each other for support and compassion. You can't give up now; you're the very first piece. ...Heh..I never knew a stupid pile of paperwork could be so...Deep. 2nd -- How many people have I saved with this blade? How many people have I killed with this blade? It's inevitable; you sacrifice some in order to save the majority, but when it comes down to it, is it really a question of number with how many people you can save? If you were the one behind the trigger, would you be willing to take a life in order to spare two? The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt. I brandish this sword with mock pride, vowing to protect the innocent from the evil and wicked. And yet...is it really worth it in the end? How long will I be able to keep this little act up?