“…And as my beloved leetle brother died in my arms, weeping bitterly as the blood loss claimed hees life, my veesion was overtaken by the most horeeble shade of red… and my mind soon followed. For miles and miles like an endless expanse of hatred geeven physical form, I felt as though I were trapped in every nightmare I’d ever had at once. I awoke to the screaming of my men, crying and begging for me to return to sanity as I found myself reeping the entrails from the heaving torso of an enemy soldier who hadn’t the good fortune to die eemediately. What lied behind hees eyes told a story of unspeakable horror, like that of a man who had caught a fleeting gleempse of the lowest depths of hell. Weeth his last breath he cursed hees god and tearfully begged my forgiveness… and I whispered softly into hees ear: ‘no’.”
 
“Wow… nature is so fascinating!”

I would like more breezie art. A great deal more, please.