Rage

A mad rage darkened his features, hardening his eyes into two unfeeling stones.

He felt alive, a savage bloodlust tugging at every sense in his being, egging him on.

With a wild swerve of the joystick, he avoided a bullet, sent a missile, and pilloried the enemy into oblivion.

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