It was the faintest of nights, it was the loudest of nights. As gun fire and space magic sounded in the distance I could feel it manifesting inside me. The desire, no, the need to do what comes naturally. A feeling so divine, so pure that I could barely contain my excitement. Alas I found myself next to the corpse of a fallen bk in which I saw my opportunity. Knowing with his orb still afloat that his eyes would be forced to witness my greatness and at that very moment I knew my cause was just. On top of his corpse with mere seconds left of enjoyment I proceeded to do what my ancestors before me would have done. What any self righteous individual would lay upon his fallen adversary in battle with. I choose... to bag.