Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171026233001/@comment-26120744-20171027032744

"I will break you." Morty explains. "I will slowly, and efficiently, execute an individual war of attrition against each and every fibre of your being. I will strip you of everything that makes you happy, anything that makes your life even the least bit livable. Everyone you love, I will break as well, as fully as I will break you. And only when it is done, only when there is nothing left, only when there is nothing left for you but suffering and madness, when everything and everyone you love is..... ashes...."

Morty nodded. "Then you might have my permission to die."

Prak charged. He had a new set of plate armor all over him, though his head was still uncovered. Except for the mask, though. That never leaves.