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The hero draws his sword.
"The human race is tumultuous, and confrontation-hungry."
The rabble mutters.
The hero brandishes his sword.
"But confrontation leads NOWHERE! Only through Peace shall we achieve true Being!"
The rabble oooohs.
The hero points accusingly at nobody in particular.
"Some of you will have naught of Peace! You foul, clash-mongering, vile, hatred-loving scum!"
The rabble sneers.
The hero raises his weapon.
"I have come to ensure this Peace for you! For all of Us!"
The rabble cheers.
The hero brings down his weapon upon the sacrifice.
"I Will Not Stop until i bring upon you the Peace!"
The rabble starts to sway and mutter.
The hero repeatedly slashes and cuts at the child, splattering blood upon himself.
"For *spwok* I *smotch* am *shwick* Your *thwok* HERO!"
The rabble chants in loud tongues.
The hero raises his bloody arms, in victory.
"And thus, Peace is wrought!"
The rabble's noise dies down, a mass orgasm spent.
And upon the Hero's shoulder,
a dove came down and sat to rest.
