Re: Hate Thread
Imagine the horror you would feel drawing the short straw?
Seeing the relieved fates of your comrades around you as they prepare to beat you to death for their own survival, They close in with crude weapons; batons, cudgels and large stones, you step back dropping your unfortunate ticket as the terror overwhelms you, the group is unified now with a bloodthirsty look in their eyes, savage men who are trained to kill, crowding up and ensuring you don't try to escape.
You plea for them to get back, to spare you, but their training kicks in; killing comes easy to them because they are soldiers and though you were once their friend, you are now little more in this moment than a sacrifice to be made.
A stone is thrown hitting you in the jaw, you cry in agony as a flurry of clubs are brought down upon you, breaking your arm as you use it to shield yourself, you are beaten swiftly and ruthlessly, your head turned into bloody pulp by your former friends, who in a final act of kindness, ensure that your suffering is not prolonged.
Moment later, dropping their bloodied crude cudgels and stones to the cold dirt ground, the furor fades as remorse takes hold, a prayer is said for you and closer friends apologize to your mutilated corpse promising to take care of your family, the guilt is palpable, but the relief is stronger......better you than them.