A miner trade war concludes?
Elmer stands along in the blood soaked ground, the low murmur of men dieing mixed with the trickling river sound as the blood pools and spills in little torrents pulled on by the force of gravity.
He screams.
The echo of the narration obliterates something in his core.
He steps into a black silence.
But wait...what what that sound? Plastic key strokes on an old keyboard? How is it possible that in this complete isolation and silence that I can still be the subject of Narration!?!
I?