RE: Destroy the Big Bad
09-10-2016, 12:19 AM
I sit next to an old man at a bench. He was a master violinist, but now his fingers are swollen and arthritic. His joints burn at the thought of moving them and yet he longs to play. I hand him a violin. He plays, tears streaming down his cheeks. The pain turns the notes sour. It will never sound beautiful again.
Charge 2.