10.12.07 - 10:36 am

O' what brute savages your race truly is!

with your own kind dead and crushed beneath the cold, merciless bar of judgement, not only did you finish off the food left behind by your compatriots death, but you also decided to take yet another trophy of your arrogance:

you ate off half the face of the dead.

a wicked final example of the moral-less race youve been spawn from. just to spite the one that fell before you for his own carelessness, you desecrated his flesh as a mural of your own mortality; and in some minute way, accepted the fate that will soon await yourself.

behold! the coming of night, and the quiet whisper of death!