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Crimson Edge

Red version of my sword, Crate's Edge.

A cry of agony and horror is heard. A lifeless thud follows. Another unfortunate being has fallen victim to Crate's Edge. It has dealt death to numerous crafties and anything else that has posed a threat to me or my allies. Through the times when that dreaded 'click' of my empty magazine was heard, or the enemy deserved a more painful punishment than a speedy bullet to their blocky heads, my trusty sword has not failed me. Its tip has been broken off though rigorous use, but that does not hinder its effectiveness in the least.

After the many stabbings, decapitations, and limb removals, the Crate's Edge now retains a permament hue of crimson, as result of constantly being sheathed in a coating of blood.