@themanintheCairoovercoat — #violence
NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH. IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN I WOULDN’T HESITATE TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND *DIE*. AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE. OH, AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME THAT IT WOULD SURELY BE SO BITE YOUR TONGUE AND CHOKE YOURSELF TO SLEEP.
@THEGOODSCRATCHDOCTOR MY OVERCOAT IS COVERED IN ELDRITCH VISCERA. GET STITCH ON CLEAN UP DUTY.
I WILL HUNT DOWN AND CLAIM HER WEAPON. SO I MAY THRUST THAT WAND THROUGH HER STILL BEATING HEART.
A LIST, OF SORTS. THE ORDER OF WHICH I WOULD SLAUGHTER THE HUMANS INSTRUMENTAL IN MY RISE. ROXY LALONDE: REPREHENSIBLE BITCH, WHO CANNOT KEEP HER HANDS OFF THAT WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO HER. I WOULD ANNIHILATE HER UTTERLY, RETURN HER TO THE VOID SHE STEALS FROM. ATOM BY PAINFUL ATOM. JANE CROCKER: SIMILARLY PRESUMPTUOUS, HER HANDS WHERE THEY SHOULD NOT BE, AND IT WOULD BE DELICIOUS TO TURN A BRINGER OF LIFE INTO A STAIN. HOW MANY TIMES COULD I RIP HER LIMB FROM LIMB BEFORE SHE IS DRAINED DRY OF LIFE, I WONDER? JADE HARLEY: SHE IS NOT WITHOUT SOME AMOUNT OF POWER, BUT IT IS NOT HERS. IT IS INHERIT...Read more
THE SCOPE OF MY DESTRUCTION IS VAST. MY VERY PRESENCE IS THE PROMISE OF A UNIVERSE’S DESTRUCTION, AN ASSURANCE OF OBLITERATION. I HAVE TORN APART STARS FROM WITHIN AND STARVED WORLDS OF LIGHT AND LIFE. I HAVE RENDERED GALAXIES BARE. YET I NEVER FORGET THE GLORY OF THE MORE PERSONAL TOUCH. A SKULL BREAKING BENEATH MY PEG LEG, MY FIST PENETRATING THROUGH THE CHEST OF A FOOL WHO THOUGHT HE COULD COMBAT ME, RIDDLING CROWDS WITH BULLETS. ALL ARE FODDER TO BE CLEARED AWAY.
I CAN TASTE THE SOUL OF JACK NOIR. THE ONE WHO WILL ONE DAY SEE THROUGH MY EYES, WHO WILL BE GIFTED THE CHANCE TO HOUSE MY WRETCHED SOUL. I CAN FEEL WHAT HE IS. HIS HATRED, HIS BLOODLUST. HIS NEVER-ENDING DESIRE TO SEE THE WORLD AROUND HIM PAINTED RED WITH THE BLOOD OF EVERYTHING THAT DARES TO SURROUND HIM. A MOST MARVELOUS PLAYTHING INDEED.