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I like executions. I like the red warm crimson coursing down bodies, covering them in sickly red. I love the fear in their eyes, watching their friends die and their lives flash before them, the dread, the agony, as the line to their loved ones slip away from their grasps. I love the simple, utter domination of executioner over victim, struggling uselessly in the face of their inevitable, painful deaths.