Blood.. the voices crave it, Blood.. The voices demand Blood. They kept stating, over and over.
It was becoming overwhelming, Techno had to find a way to stop them.
He had to kill something, anything.
It was to much, he couldn't handle it anymore.
It was the worst it had ever been.
He blacked out, he didn't know what happened till he opened his eyes.
He was standing there, Axe of peace in hand.
The voices stopped, it was over.
