ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A regretful soul *A memory comes into view, a moment of violence, a bloodied vision, hands stained with their own blood, the sounds of exhaustion against a foe, resting in that same position they were once in, disemboweled, their own intestines laying before him, their vision stuck to a singular eyeball, barely crawling.* *Tears are falling to the ground, bloody tears, broken teeth as they're forced up through their own need, a slow, shamble forwards towards an alien, a highly decorated one, they grip their own intestines and wrap them around the alien's neck, fuchsia-ichor staining the alien's back as with a tug of their own intestine to choke them out, another scream from them, their voice breaking in this as they are in unbearable pain, watching their face. The assailant sees the life leaving out from them, yet this isn't enough, he feels a //skrch// at one of the hands holding their own intestine.* *Its broken, fingers cracked, bone sticking out from the forearm, they plunge it forward, using their own broken bones as a blade to kill the alien, a voice exiting from themself, demanding death, demanding sweet release from this agony, The voice is recognizable to some, the masculine inflections of the voice sounding distinctly like a certain fuchsia. ripped flesh and bone slamming into the aliens face until they cannot anymore, only left with their teeth, the memory ends with a nasty, sickening sound of a bite, and the drawing of blood.* #gore #violence #deargodwhydidhehavetogothroughwiththat Apologies. πΌπππππ’ πππ
... SHITS FUCKED MAN.. AINT SHIT TO SMILE ABOUT RIGHT NOW.