PST 101- History

This teacher... this teacher scared the hell out of him. Quiin's eyes were wide as he listen to the women, or tried to. This was another class he was unsure why he even took it. Because at first it sounded like a really good idea? And then he came to realize that no... it wasn't a good idea at all. It was a very bad idea. Or maybe a good idea?

The word 'bloody' stood out to him and he couldn't help but grin wildly. Blood was good. It was always enjoyable, and so much fun to watch slowly dripping down a fleshly opened wound. He snapped out of it quickly though as the teachers strong voice went on.

So maybe this wouldn't be... terrible. Just a history paper right? Ah... that meant... finding out information about history. Which meant asking questioned and looking stuff up. None of which he even desired to do. Or... do one he knew well? Though perhaps it was against the rules, but he wasn't going to question the teacher, rather he was simply going to play the guessing game and hope he wasn't wrong at all.

Pulling out the bit of paper he grinned brightly before letting a sigh leave his lips. Alright maybe that wasn't the best idea... Quickly writing away like crazy, he quickly changed the topic, something not as entertaining but it was better then risking his grade. Even if it... less fun... He gave a small smile before making his way up to hand in the paper once he had finished.

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Quiin's Little Paper on History

I'm... no good at naming things, but I think the title is wonderful and perfect! Anyways onto the important facts of this paper.

Our history, even if most of us now view it as unimportant, is truly something that all must learn and know. At least the basic ideas. I choose the history of ____. It was a time of death and blood shed, not only between the humans, but also us monstrous creatures. Just as much as the humans were to blame for causing this death filled time we also played a large role in it.

Our people were at war with one another, each desiring to rule in a different way, desiring to control those that were weaker then  them, those they they knew would be easy to control. Many deaths happened and for years nothing changed, nothing happened to save those poor souls.

It seemed like noting was ever going to change, that the world was forever going to be controlled by those who were more powerful. Though as if fate would have it, those weaker creatures grew a backbone (finally), and rose against those who tried to control them (I mean honestly why did it take so long for them to do this?).

Needless to say war broke out again, but finally somehow, someway that I am unsure of things calmed down and people started to realized it was a bad idea to control people. They always ended up coming back and biting you in the ass if you treated them badly.

The... end?