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« on: February 02, 2015, 01:18:37 am »
Tömas looks toward where Jesse exited for a long time, silently fuming. At some point he begins shaking, and he swells up like an angry teal balloon.
That ... was NOT ... the WAR! The war was justified! The war wasn't even against the damned beastmen! It was against the Anti-Fucking-Spiral, for our very survival!
He starts pacing around toward the wall, waving his arms around.
The fucking war was something we were RIGHT in doing! Something we NEEDED to do! The beastmen were nothing more than a fucking BETRAYAL BY OUR OWN SHORT-SIGHTED LEADER WHO MADE THEM FOR THE PURPOSE OF BRINGING DOWN ALL THAT WE HAD ACCOMPLISHED! AAAAAAARGH!
He attempts to slam his fist into the wall, only for it to pass through. He roars wordlessly to the air.
I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING TOUCH THINGS ANYMORE BECAUSE OF HIM AND THOSE FUCKING THINGS AAAAAAAAAAARARRAAAAAAAAAAGGHGHGAHGAHHGHH
He slowly floats up in the air, wildly thrashing about, various weapons appearing and dissipating at random in his hands as he floats up through the ceiling and out of sight.