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I slipped off the pale blindfold that obstructed my vision, mortified at the sight I beheld. How did I not notice? The screams, the suffering, I should have heard it. Yet I continued to swing the bat in gleeful abandon. Now look at what I've done. The mangled cadavers of my brothers lay in various areas around the room, battered and bloody. I gagged, stumbling backwards and tripping, falling onto my rear. The thing I tripped on, the reason behind my actions... this goddamn piñata. It was left completely unscathed, untouched by blood completely. I swung my bat at it, smashing it into bits and exposing its sweet, sweet insides. I was able to get my candy, but at what cost?