[ WP ] The main protagonist of the last video game you played is a teacher for a classroom of kindergarteners by day . When school gets out , they go back to their own universe .

Our new math teacher is kind of strange. Really strange. He walks into class wearing this odd, Gothic outfit, with a hat on his head and a piece of cloth around his face; all you can see are his eyes. He's drenched in blood nine times out of ten. It's really quite disturbing. 
 
 I'm not sure how he does it, but he brings a weapon to school every day. It's always different, too. The first day he brought an axe and, when he flicked it, the handle extended by a few feet. The next day he brought in this weird saw-blade contraption. This one transformed into a sword, more or less, but it was pretty cool. He also brought a more mild weapon which, at first glance, did n't really seem like a weapon. It was, of course – a cane with a sharp blade on the end. 
 
 See, I like our new teacher, it's just that he does n't talk. Instead, he writes these weird notes on the board, often cryptic in nature. On the first day of class he wrote, `` Time for joy!'' On another occasion, when we worked with partners, he wrote, `` A hunter is never alone.'' Like, what ’ s that supposed to mean anyways? And then, after taking our first test, he put our class average on the board, a low score of sixty-eight, and wrote, `` Nothing but grief here.'' 
 
 The notes became more annoying with each new lesson, because he always wrote the same thing. `` Treat problem with care.'' Sometimes he would gesture to a student, asking in his own special way for them to come up to the board and solve a problem for the class. If they ever got it wrong our teacher screamed in agony, sounding as if he was in the process of dying. Then, if the class got too noisy, he would pull out whatever weapon he brought that day, wind it back over his shoulder until it sparkled at the tip, before slamming it down over the desk, creating a thousand pieces. It goes without saying that the school is not a fan of his teaching style. 
 
 ( Several months later ) 
 
 The notes, weapons, and blood all proved to be distractions from an otherwise boring subject. All in all the teacher was pretty cool, though I never learned his name. At the end of each day he would walk over to this light post, bow, and disappear. We always gossiped as to where he went. Unfortunately, we never found out. 
 
 I was pretty bummed when the last day of school came along. Despite not learning a single thing about math, I somehow passed the class. Before the final bell rang our teacher wrote one final note, `` Let the good blood guide your way, ” and, if I ’ m being honest, I ’ m still not sure what he meant by that, but I still think about it on occasion.
