WHO | Revya and Open
WHAT | The great wild-life massacre of Arena 3
WHEN | Day Five
WHERE | R9
WARNINGS/ NOTES | Rude and possibly offensive language. Death. Fishy death. Lots of fishes dying. And some of the birds that eat the dead fish die too.


Ahahah! A fun time, a real fun time! Revya was having a blast! Her shark-tooth spear, well worn after killing that guy yesterday, was jabbing and slashing through the water with practiced precision. She couldn't really hold in her needs anymore. A massacre, a war, whatever! She just needed to destroy a whole lot of somethings. Fish were nearby. So she started on those. Man there were a lot of fish. Screw eating them, she just wanted to kill them! It was a bit awkward at first, but she got used to it. It also got much easier after a while because the smaller fish fled, and the bigger ones came to feast on the freshly made chum. And they weren't alone. Dozens upon dozens of white birds flocked to the scene, hungry scavengers descending on the ravaged aquatic life. Oh hey, more things for her to kill!

Revya was fantasizing. Making up stories in her head. The fish people rising against her, banding together only to be split apart a moment later. Friends abandoning each other, creatures turning on their own. White Birds, the knights of the sky, descended upon the battlefield. They fought for 'justice,' wanting to help the fish people. At a price, of course. Draining them dry of resources and even picking up the bodies of dying children to use for morale... 'Martyrs' they called them. What idiots.

A near-silent giggle. It escalated into laughter, then a psychotic joyous wail that scared the birds away. "Freakin' hell this is fun! Why the hell didn't I think of it sooner?!?" The lagoon was red from the spilled blood. The hue streaked down the shoreline, with some of the carnage washing torwords the center of the lagoon. People would probably come but... Heh... Ah ha... That'd be a good thing, right? Revya walked up back to the beach, sitting down near the rib-bone she had left on the beach. By having two weapons she could kill two birds... hah, birds... with one stone, rubbing their edges together to sharpen them both. Despite the lagoon of blood, or rather because of it, Revya was in a good mood. Such a good mood that she'd probably talk to people instead of trying to kill them. Well, if they didn't try to kill her of course.