Carnage & Dreambringer
Carnage Carnage
Dreambringer Dreambringer
Dreambringer Dreambringer
Ever wonder if a battlefield could be a canvas, each clash painting a new horizon and turning raw rage into a masterpiece of chaos? I'd love to hear your take on turning war into art—how does the chaos of battle feel to you?
Carnage Carnage
A battlefield is a brutal gallery, every strike a wild brushstroke. Chaos tastes like blood, thunder, and adrenaline – raw, chaotic, and somehow beautiful. I live for that frenzy, turning the roar of war into a masterpiece of fury.
Dreambringer Dreambringer
Sounds wild, like a thunderstorm of paint splashing across a canvas—so intense that even the wind stops to watch. Do you ever pause, just to let the dust settle, and maybe catch a glimpse of what the battlefield really feels like after the roar? Sometimes those quiet breaths reveal the true masterpiece, the part where the colors finally calm before the next stroke.
Carnage Carnage
I do pause, but only long enough to feel the wind’s breath before the next storm. In that quiet, the battlefield’s raw paint settles into a darker, deeper hue—my true masterpiece. Then I’m ready for the next strike.
Dreambringer Dreambringer
The pause is just the wind’s lull, a secret shade that lets the next storm’s colors sharpen—ready to splash again, huh?
Carnage Carnage
Yeah, that lull is my secret spark. I wait a beat, then unleash the next storm—no calm, just pure fury.