There's a well spread theory that anger makes the vision blurry and tinted, this has led to the presumptuous invention of the so-called "Red Mist." Nothing could really be further from the truth. Real anger sharpens the vision, brightens colours, heightens reflexes. Real anger is fear pushed hard enough to rebound upon its cause. Real anger is about survival, nothing more, it is what we turn to when running would no longer work...or indeed, has never been an option.
True berserker rage is considered the purest form of anger...the creature had never really understood this, did humans believe that you could measure the purity of anger simply by the number of deaths it had caused? Or did they honestly mix together those most opposite of elements, anger and hate? Hate was nothing, it was illogical, damaging, impure. The anger it gave rise to nothing more than rust-encrusted scrapings from the bottom of a dented barrel, oh hate has it's uses to be sure, there was nothing quite so good at manipulating people...but even there, even hidden in years old resentment that had been allowed to fester and grow, even there it had no choice but to call upon angers limitless reserves.
No...humans had never truly understood anger, best to avoid them altogether. It wasn't like they had ever needed it, even the most innocent of humans was constantly excreting a virtual tide of minor annoyances, irritations, jealousies, pet-hates, swallowed curses, uncomfortable seats, class-guilt, the list went on and on...
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