Hatred & CraftyCat
CraftyCat
I’ve been tinkering with the idea of turning a blade into a living canvas—every swing leaving a streak of paint like a fleeting poem. Imagine a sword that doesn’t just cut but also tells a story in color. What’s your take on that?
Hatred
A blade that paints its own story? That's a joke to a killer. Art is a distraction. If you want to strike fear, let blood do the talking, not colors. But if you insist, make the paint a warning, not a decoration. That’s the only way it can still mean something.