I want to kill Chaos. Literally kill Chaos. No other character can come close to relating to how much I want to kill Chaos. There is no way you can convince me not to kill Chaos. Killing Chaos could not possibly be anymore me. I want to kill Chaos, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of not killing Chaos, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that I want to kill Chaos. I want to kill Chaos, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that I shouldn’t kill Chaos is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and killing Chaos side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely think of killing Chaos every day and say “Yup, that’s me”. I can practically see killing Chaos every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how much I want to kill Chaos. I chuckle softly as I’m assured everyday that I want to kill Chaos in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I’ve found my identity with wanting to kill Chaos and I know my place in this world. It’s really quite funny how much I want to kill Chaos, it’s not a hope or a dream, it’s like a hunger. A thirst.