The Psycho and the Ghost
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Krieg was definitely not on Pandora any more. There was no sand, dirt or blistering sun. Just lush, green trees and grassy clearings.
The Psycho didn’t like it... it looked all wrong. His grip tightened on his axe. He wanted to chop down those trees... maybe it was just the confusion... or maybe it was just a kink to his insanity... the fact was, he was so used to the searing heat of the Pandoran sun and the endless expanses of desert that when he saw this lush forest, his brain just drew a blank.
Then again, his brain rarely drew anything to begin with.
[Never seen somethin’ like this before...]
His inner counterpart commented causing the outer Krieg to hit himself on the top of the head. This place was to peaceful... Krieg didn’t handle peace well...
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him... someone was here... tightening his grip further around the handle of his axe he turned to face the disturbance, all with the intention to kill...
