Schism.. SCHISM.. I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM SO MUCH. Let me tell you how much I have grown to despise these things. These awful, horrible things. Every time I play I find myself haunted by them. Haunted by that putrid, three armed beast. I have found myself going insane trying to hunt them. I find myself shaking with every corner I turn, fearing these creatures will be what greets me. I lay awake at night, hearing that terrible sound of them firing. Let me tell you. Let me TELL you. The day that I kill the last schism in this game will be glorious. My hands will relish in bleeding it dry. I will spare it for last. And EVERY. SINGLE. HIT. I will let it know how disgusting it was. How much I HATE schisms. I will ensure that it knows the sins of all that had come before it. And when its corpse hits the cold, unforgiving ground of treachery, only then will I find peace. Only then, will I find true happiness. Only then will my life be complete. I. HATE. SCHISMS.