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Trolls killed my family. My father, my mother, my brothers, my dear sister, even our pets. I hate them forever. With all my passion, rage and desire, I hate them. Until the end of my days I will hunt them. Until the end of them all, I will hunt them. I will hunt them 'til the world falls. I will hunt them to my dying breath. I'll make my bows and my arrows from their bones, my bowstrings from their festering innards, and my flights from their grotesque hair. I'll adorn pikes with their heads, and line the outskirts of my hometown with them. I shall become the reaper of their kind, death incarnate. I will be the nightmare that haunts them. Their kind are vermin, and I am the exterminator to rid the world of them. I relish watching the life slip from them and their eyes go cold, when my arrows pierce their brains. I am the spider that stalks them, the owl that surveys them, and the serpent that strikes them down. For the lives of my family, I will take theirs one by one until they are gone from this world.