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Food.
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My stomach's crying to be filled.
I can't battle it. Not for much longer. I have the weapons to get it. I am built for the hunt. Built to get food. I can't see. I'm dizzy. Starved. I have to eat. Or I'll die. Have to get
I take in the taste of fresh blood as it wets my dry tongue. I tremble, even as I gorge myself, getting the sticky red stuff all over my face. The flesh isn't even good, but I don't care, I must be sated. I use my blades to sever limbs, chewing through everything edible, even splintering thick bone.
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