all this talk about battle instict reminds me of a year ago when i was 12. well i was sitting there on some seat that was going to be thrown out and i saw this creature walking towards me all covered in blood so i pointed it out to my freind he thought i was crazy, (he couldnt see anything there) well this creature put  his blood covered hand on my shoulder, so i got up and started to beat it up a bit and it fought back really well there where a few times when it almost had me but i still beat it up then i looked at on the floor and it pulled me towards it and then it disapeared. my freind was thinking i was playing a game at first until he saw that my eyes had gone red, (my vision went red aswell)
while they where red i almost killed my freind but after all of this i made him promise never to talk about it again but it wasnt until after all this happened i saw it, it was as if i was just recording it but its stuck in my head but ever since then i have had these feelingthat somthing is trying to rule my body. i found out in a vision that my very soul and spirit is being slowly ripped apart by this demon, its starting to stop me having reall emotions. but ever since i was four this weird stuff has been happening to me and slowly i have found out what is going on. i read in one of my sources i will not name because of what happened to my exgirlfreind, that there was a group of people in certtain generations, (i think it said around every 6 genarations that the beast let them be seen by a select few). i finaly got this out i broke my own promise but i had to some day.

I can relate with alot of the posts. Like some other here, i grew up in a neighborhood that wasn't near the best, but could have been worse. I was average sized kid, but a bit of a loner aside from 3 of my neighborhood friends. one of my friends was a freshman, and saw me as kind of a little brother so he taught me how to fight. since like i said it wasn't a great neighborhood, and alot of places were rundown, he taught me how to improvise. thats when i found my true fighting talent. We were in his backyard sparring, and one day he got a little too rough and got a strong shot in my stomach. he just grinned and said"get up, you can do better than that" so, i was angry and used what he taught me, improvisation. i picked up a broken handle to a mop they had neglected to throw away and had him on the ground in under a minute. I have never been active in martial arts (dont have the patience for it), my fighting is self taught aside from sparring with friends. Im a pretty good fist fighter, and i'll only turn to a staff if im outnumbered or if someone has an unfair advantage.

Whether or not you can fight says nothing about you as a person. Whether or not your first choice is to fight...does.

i have never done any training in martial arts, and yet i know how to protect myself, i get into fight very often, mostly more against me, but it always come out with me beating them.

i only got some serious injuries when they used knifes, yeah some people in Denmark are insane.

but as Moloch says im very easy to get into fights since i use that as my main way of solving problems
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