It started like no other, in big new fancy end game. I was rocking around using stasis when my party completed an encounter, and out dropped a sword. I used to only partake in swordplay in the past as a hobby, but seeing the stats on the thing made me shiver with excitement. It told me it’s name was the ‘Hero of Ages’. It craved power and a wielder, it told me through its twisted blade of its specs, relentless and chain reaction. I held it in my hands and felt my grace as a warlock shred from my body with a single swipe. I immediately went out and hit the nearest Dreg I could find, and he exploded. I went for more, and they exploded. I swung and swung craving the boom, caring not whether it was shank, thrall, or wall. It was then I knew I had become a Crayon Eater, but I couldn’t care less. So I am here before you now giving this confession, not to beg for forgiveness but to ask you to revive me because the captain just killed me.