Edge stabs a knife in the armpit of a carnival knife thrower, blood spraying from the gaping hole. Satan had decided the lessons learnt in war needed to put into practice and Edge was an idea person. Edge gets a job protecting 1 million dollars in gold from thieves and also from guards. Don't point a gun at Edge , he fucking doesn't like it. He sends a bullet through an eye gouging out the eyeball, smashing through the skull, hosing blood. Amother will have his head disintegrate in a shower of torn flesh and thick liquid. Carnival Tigers will feed on thieves, crunching bone, feeding frenzy, ripping, clawing, tearing. Edge will squeeze the trigger of a blunderbuss lifting a man like a life-sized doll, thousands of wounds merged into one gaping area. A women who points a gun at Edge twice will be offered to a man with no teeth, his putrid breath rotting the air as Edge has no cash. As always Edge is a maniac.