[ WP ] A young student is drafted off to fight in a bloody foreign war . He quickly finds that war is the most enjoyable thing he has ever experienced .

I should n't have enjoyed it, really, not nearly as much as I had, anyway. And it is n't like I enjoyed it the way one enjoys something like sex with strangers - in the moment, and nothing more. No, I enjoyed it with an obsessive passion. From the moment they handed me a rifle and told me to shoot, I knew I could n't be stopped, not now. While all my friends back home were gettin' high off methamphetamine and opioids, I was getting high off the real stuff - violence. Pure, adrenaline induced violence. 
 
 Hell, it did n't matter who they told me to shoot - or who they did n't tell me to. Love has no limits. Age, gender, race, sex, none of it mattered. I love it all, and whoever was in my way, well, simply was n't, not for long anyway. 
 
 The blood was the best part. Spilling out onto the neon lit dance floor - a myriad of technoir color turned red by the blood of everyone around me. 
 It was the greatest time of my life. I did n't care anymore, either, that the war had ended, that I was back home, or even that I was killing my'own people.' No, it did n't matter. A meat cleaver in a foreign terrorists skull is the same thing as a meat cleaver in a homegrown one's skull, really. 
 
 The best part? Nobody knew who I was, or who I worked for either. Masks - ingenious, really, and different ones every time, too. Chicken, Owl, Wolf, Lion, hell, I'd even wear a Unicorn, it did n't matter. All that mattered was I got the call, and I knew who to kill. 
 
 Just gim me a call. 
 

