Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170212171009/@comment-27661770-20170215014723

Jack's skeleton is literally ripped out by the spine, leaving his flesh- for a time- to be a suit of blood and muscle.

The figure grins upon hearing "EXE".

They stand tall. Blue fur, matted with blood and of a dark color, rustled in the lonely breeze. Black, bleeding eyeballs with hollow red irises scanned the crowd, lingering on AD, Hussie, and Scott. A sharp-toothed grin, stained with flecks of blood and the flesh of small animals, straightened itself. Blood'covered trainers were shaken. Lacerations everywhere, yet instead of blood there was a shadowy aura that surrounded thm.

'Twas not a mere .EXE, but the king of .EXEs himself.

The original.

The grin returned, savage, malicious.

"He finds himself lucky that he may come back from death. ThE pErFeCt ToY, iN tHaT mAnNeR."