Suzanne CollinsWarmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
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It is difficult to describe the feeling of being the victim of a bloodborne death. You are not dead but are still alive. You are just skin and bones, unable to move or speak. You are immensely aware that your death is imminent.
Sometimes you can feel it coming, but other times you feel powerless. If you do not love someone enough to save them, then this is the fate that awaits you. The Underland becomes a plate where underlings torture and murder any non-underling, leaving only skulls for the rest of us to pick apart and pieces of bone scattered around for birds to feed on.
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