…no…no, i…I BURNT FLEE…what with…not NEEDING HIM…BECAUSE franda…gog i’m BORED…
MAGGOTS!
((IDK why I made it into a card, can always scratch out Franda and add the name of who ever you hate IDK, derp))
You can’t do this…..you just cannot deal with slowly going insane like he did….you dont want to lose your mind and become a danger to the only friends you ever had in this misrable life of yours…..
You stare at the gadget around your wrist. It has saved your life more then once…Slowly its taken…
Being insane meant you didn’t have many friends…and by that you mean you have one at best who ISN’T a taxidermy or burlap fabrication you recruited into your army of madness. The one LIVE friend you have is Ignoto…so why not visit him? It’s been a while and the little sad sack could always use a good pep talk.
You weren’t a fan of the troll’s dwellings, but hey, yours was filled with the mounted bodies of the dead in a fake war your mind concocted so who were you to judge. You searched until you found him, slumped over on the floor with empty medication containers every where. The sight made you BOIL WITH UNENDING RAGE.
You stomp over to Ignoto and heft the sick troll over your shoulder. You weren’t a fan of deserters, not in the least, but couldn’t treat him here. While you weren’t as good as other trolls with medical shit, you had a med bay, field training, and a hell of a lot of books. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the odd machine Ignoto always had on his wrist, it looked broken. You stashed it in your BACKPACK MODUS and grunted as an extra ten pounds was added to the already heavy weight. With Ignoto on your shoulder, you trek back to your military base of a hive. You weren’t going to have any deserters in YOUR army.
ADORA-WHAT THE hell is that? SOME KIND OF disease? are you SAYING I LOOK sick? or weak? WHAT DOES IT meeeaaan?!
