Originally posted by Darion
There is something inherently broken within an individual who gains personal satisfaction from watching someone die. Be glad that he's gone, don't get a charge out of watching his neck break.
You know, that sounds really nice and all, and I'm inclined to agree with it, but ... look, basically, I need to watch things die (from a good safe distance, preferably). Know what I mean? It's just the way it is. If you've overcome that, I guess kudos to you. I'm just being honest about it. So it is, so it's always been.

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