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How did he get here again? Standing on dead bodies of a village he killed just a few minutes ago. He remembered coming here for something, longing for a need. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what he exactly wanted until this happened. Now the smell of death washes over the village like a tsunami. He sighed, taking out multiple jars and a couple of buckets. Using his Orphan Obliterator he beheaded the corpses, placing the heads in the bucket collecting the blood in ease. He had always had an odd obsession for blood but that was perfectly fine to him. He saw no problem in liking a little bit of blood. Once filling all the jars and most of the buckets, he loaded up his cart bidding him a job well done. He then hopped on Carl and left. Back to the cabin he goes.