Wars raged everywhere as men found new, inventive ways to kill even more of their race. It was like a contest, the many tribes of mankind competing to see who could commit the worst atrocities.

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

I won't die. I won't give those ghouls the pleasure. I'll live and grow strong. I'll escape, then hunt them down and make them suffer.

No. You know this is wrong and you want to feel better about it. You don't want to admit your as ruthless and monstrous as the demons you claim to hate.

Life is a challenge" he once told me, "and only those who rise to the challenge truly know what it means to live.

Even a minute of dying is better than an eternity of nothingness.

Destiny's what you make of it. You have to face whatever life throws at you.