As i walk this dirty road, i hear screams, a village is being ravaged by bandits but nothing ever happens, why should i help, for thousands of years villages have been destroyed, kingdoms fell and humanity is still standing.
Sometimes i get deja vu, "everything is written" i think to myself, maybe it's true, mybe my whole life has been written but if i end it right now, is that still written? Should i test it? But i don't really want to die, is that written too?.
As i walk this road, I can't help but feel the urge to help that village, god damn it, why should i help, i don't know them... Oh my hands are stained by blood, i killed all the bandits, they're all thanking me, the women, men and even children, for a brief moment i am their god.
An intrusive thought: what if i kill them all? Would i be a monster? They were all going to die anyway but i don't feel evil in my heart, i have no desire to kill innocent people, I have a desire to save them but oh well, nothing ever really happens
I spend the night in the village, i bed some of their women, i gravitate towrds the women with flat tummies and big tits, time to move, i must reach one of the 7 pillars of power, i wish to challenge and kill him, the world balance must be shaken, maybe then, something will happen