Avalanch day.

Am I a monster?
 
Are every one of us monsters?
 
I really thought that after leaving the war that I'd finally find peace, but during my travels, I have felt a strong longing for combat which I never thought I'd ever feel.
 
I was solely responsible for the death of a small army which were invading my current place of residence, but did they really deserve to die?
 
Most of them were undead or demons, but what if they didn't actually have a choice in fighting. Does that mean I'm responsible for killing more innocent lives like back in the war?
 
I know this isn't much of an event log, but something is breaking within me, I am starting to feel an enjoyment for combat and war, which I never ever thought I'd ever feel.
 
Maybe I am a Monster, which sole purpose is to rid the world of other Monstrositys.