Broken Soul (Baron's Tribute to Scourge)

You know about Scourge and his merry band of BloodClan. You know what Scourge has done to others. But yet you all aspire to understand what he is. And why he's become this way.

You all embrace the genocide, and will forever weigh upon his shoulders. And you continuously make excuses for his antics. You say that he is a "Broken Soul"; a wanderer in the fight for preservation. Someone who wasn't loved enough in this world. And henceforth you say his past has led Scourge to his notions; that his "nurture" is responsible for these crazed desires to make his enemies tremble, and scream.

But, you all are wrong.

The fact is: He was born the way he was. It was only a matter of time to act upon these needs, to manifest his longings. He has always wanted to kill; The Twoleg who's mean to cats for no reason, the kittens who picked on him at home, the Twoleg who deliberately ignored him when he had to use the restroom. It didn't matter how insincere they were, because deep down, he's always been curious to see an creature at their most desperate and vulnerable state: What the Twoleg would look like with his limbs exposed, or those kittens with blood streaming down their mouths.

Their unkindness didn't birth these curiosities, they simply, triggered them, to a much greater condition. Your admiration for Scourge's ways makes a statement on humanity itself. And with that, he wish he could believe he was saving himself, as opposed to carelessly murdering the innocent.

But, that's the truth isn't it? You shouldn't embrace him, you should FEAR him.

And with that, I say... Here's to ya, ya goth-lovin' son of a gun!

Cheers!