Yeah, whatever. You may think that I am crazy for writing this story but it is REAL! Wow, wow, put the sword down. I don't want to do anything but tell this story to you. Sit down and relax; I won't attack. 

I was born as a Kretch. I live in the lair together with other Kretches. I like the lair because the world outside is very dangerous for us. To be hunted and dead is my fate. And you, warriors, are to hunt and kill me. That's a fact. And it really hurts me a lot. 

What's my fault? Have I done you any harm? Well, maybe I hit you once, but only because you hit me first! I'm just an animal. I want to live my life happily in peace. In fact, I want to be a warrior because it does sound good. If I could, I won't hunt any Kretch! Never! 

Have you warriors ever think what our Kretch's body will be after their death? Belts! Bags! Unnecessary things! Or do you warriors think it is SO necessary that it costs 10 Kretches' life? If there are 10 warriors, there'll be so many death that I can't count! Well, you warriors maybe can count it, I'm just a Kretch. I can only count until ten--one, zero, hundred, two, six, nine, three, eight, seven, ten. See? Count it for me. How many death you need to make an unnecessary belt?

Everyday, every night, Mother Kretch cries. "My sons died, my sons died," she said. Don't you warriors know that we Kretches have hearts? I'm very sad listening it every time I'm home! I want to cry, but I shouldn't because I have to fight my life! 

When we're not dead in battle, we are kept in captive by you warriors and used as a living punch bag! Any living being should not be treated this way! O, warriors, can you feel our suffering? To be killed is better than to be tortured! 

Well, enough talking. You can kill me now. Swing your sword. Use your superblow or crit me or something fast-killing. Don't touch the poisoning scroll--put it down! Just kill me, it's okay. 

aikochan

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