of blasphemy and genocide

It was raining. i climed up onto the rampart and almost immediately a blade whirred past my head. i dodged it miraculously and scrambled back to my feet. again, the blade came. but this time it clicked with my sword, releasing sparks in the process. with a flick of my wrist i disarmed him and plunged my sword into his chest. blood poured out like waterfalls.

My squad finally reached the rampart so we started to clear the way. swords raised and fell, cries of agony and pain rose from the war cries. then everything fell silent. a quick check revealed that almost all casualties were the enemies, not the allies. a corporal tried to get the soldiers under his command but it proved futile. there was chaos everywhere. he didn't see it coming.

I quickly slipped beside him and plunged my knife straight into his heart, erupting a crimson shower. his cry further added to the confusion and my men made short work of the remaining soldiers. my sergeant planted a flag on the ground. he looked around and smiled. he wanted to say something, but stopped. i closed my eyes.

Someone screamed. i opened my eyes to see who it was. suddenly, something flashed under my chin. it was the end of a spear. it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened; the fort assault was a trap; i walked into it; everyone is dead; no one can save me. i turned to find a man in his mid thirties holding the spear and glaring at me with dark, cold hatred.

"you have no idea how long i've waited to cut your fucking head off" he said

"keep waiting. even in hell" i spat at him.

he roared and pushed his spear to my throat. thankfully, i held my sword up in time to deflect it.

just in time. it scratched part of my skin. i spun around and swung at his neck with all my strength. it was an instant decapitation.

i wanted to celebrate, but i couldn't, because at that moment an arrow protruded on my chest. everything went black after that.

i am totally dead

exams are coming. prepared to fail.

but, bio tuition is awesome.

er......well, nothing much to add anymore.

i'll go back to being dead.

P.S still hungry

P.S.S what the hell does P.S mean?