"They call me dangerous. They've called me insane, sometimes. They've called me more than that, a LOT more, but I don't care, 'cause it all suits me anyway. It's all good, right? I know I'm insane. I don't need some chicken-hearted, soft-fleshed human to tell me something so obvious.

I like killing. More than that, I like hurting. I like seeing the //light// go out of my victims' eyes when they give up fighting and die slowly and painfully at my feet. I like the warm wetness of fresh blood pooling between my claws, the rich scent, the glistening crimson.

Blood comes in many colours. Bright red, dark red, blue (for dragons...) and even green. Huh? What about mine?

Mine's red too. But mine's a little different.

Mine's the dull greyish colour of something that's been dead for weeks.

I don't like people. I don't like company. The company of other living creatures starts to unnerve me after a little while, until I can barely resist the urge to slaughter everyone in the general area... I wonder how many I've killed, now? Must be a hundred. Maybe even more.

Shocking, heh? Not to me. Not anymore.

I might not like people (or dragons...), but there's that one girl who doesn't seem to have the sense to get frightened and run away. My assistant or, as I prefer to think of her, The One I Didn't Kill.

Cherry's her name. And by the looks of things, annoying the he.ll out of me is her game. Her little game. I wonder when she'll get bored of following me about?

Doesn't matter. She's under my command now, and if she leaves me, I'll destroy her.

Can't risk her running off and telling my secrets to all the worlds, can I?

I remember the school I attended when I was younger. I'm not sure why I remember something so unimportant. It's been five years since I left that place. I got to admit it was fun while it lasted.

They called me a bully. Teachers and fellow students alike. They thought I wanted to kill them -- they were TERRIFIED. Ahahaha. I still have laughing fits when I remember their faces.

I hurt a lot of people (and dragons) at my school. A. Lot.

I never had a friend, or wanted one. Except Arc. He was my partner-in-crime.

Arc's gone now too. I got bored of him, so I attacked him and left him bleeding at the side of a deserted road. Haven't seen him since then. I wonder how many drops of blood he lost when I cut him?

They called me a monster. I can't deny that. I hurt people for fun, I slash them open and watch them die. Sometimes I take my human shape and cut them with my dagger instead -- that's fun too. Every time I kill something, it leaves me feeling refreshed. Alive.

Now, nobody besides Cherry wants to be near me. I can understand why. I might do something nasty to them, if they get too close. I do wonder why Cherry hangs around with me, though... wait, does she //like// me? Am I attractive to her or something?

That's a scary thought. I might have to start being more cruel to her, so she doesn't get any ideas about //love//. Urrggh. I don't love her. I never will.

They've called me a killer. They're pretty much right there. I'm a killer more than anything else. And I have no regret for everything I've done. None. At. All.

They call me Crowley, the crowdragon. Is that what I really am? I suppose so. But what else am I? Maybe no-one will ever, ever know."

- CROWLEY

Crowley and Grin have quite a lot in common in the way they think about killing.

This was quite interesting to read actually.

He has a really dark mind. O_O

I read this entirely in GlaDoS' voice. It fit well.