You've spent the last few days picking through the rubble looking for a little entertainment. There's precious little to be had nowadays, but occasionally you see a little trail of red, hear a small gasp, notice a vague motion, and there it is: someone trapped under a concrete block, nearly dead already. Those aren't all that much fun--push down on the block, hard, hear the snap, the crush, maybe a couple of blood gushes, maybe a little arm flailing, and then it's over.

It was more fun last year, when there were still a few Weaklings up and about, wandering the streets. One of them'd be just around the corner, you could smell him from inside your little alley, and you could grab him and really have a good time, doing the Red Dance or maybe Bloodpacking, or just making it up as you go along. The art was more satisfying then, because it was a craving then, a deep down need to be an artist. Now it's little more than an itch, something you can scratch with just a little bit of red.