Well. I have no clue why I thought of hate speech but... It looks nice?

Hāēssen. One might even call it a modern take on how evil can form in words.

I never expected to find this sword when I was flying over the sea. But I did. This sword, hollow inside with an opening on top, showing an empty space if looked at from above, was floating. What really caught my eye were the broken heart patterns it had. I had picked it up with a leg and flew off to have it examined.

Its true nature came when I accidentally gave this sword to Farmer Bun instead of a sickle he could use to grow his plants better. A few hours later, he began insulting everyone who he crossed paths with. And with every broken heart, with every evil word spoken, the sword glowed magenta more and more!

It got so bad that Badgerclops sought me out, telling me to help with this case. I quickly recognised the sword he was using, but soon understood its power; when the user insults someone really badly, the sword will gain the energy formed due to those insults. Negative energy.

Because of this, we began complimenting him, which confused him enough that the sword could be knocked out of his hand. It took 2 days for him to wake up, and I quickly apologized for the mix-up. Still, he was understanding, and allowed me to give him the right tool at long last. This thing has now been put away by the Sheriff Department, and I was given a warning about carrying dangerous things about. Well, sorry that it's my profession!