Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170412010736/@comment-27661770-20170412014255

(I know, I was sealing that deal iwth things like the heroes dying.)

Vinnie's guns had been taken away. The fire that once blazed bringht in his eyes no longer had a single ember.

Karkat was meek and quiet now.

Dave couldn't bring himself to laugh if his life depended on it.

Iron walked in, but something was different. As did Hunter. Both of them bled from the eyes.

Any sign of aggression that Fliqpy once had was beaten out of him.

Darwin was a scarred child, and Nicole a mother who dared not lift a finger to her tormentors, for fear of ten thousand times the pain she had already been through.

Whatever Scott wanted, he abandoned wanting it now.

Johnny was no longer the big, soulful man Barney Moon had once seen.

Ash had lost her spunk.

In surviving, Equius Zahhak had lost all sense of royalty.

Gamzee was forced to be sober, and disillusioned with the world.

GIR could hardly bring himself to move under anything but the threat of shock or worse.

Sinclair struggled just to sell other prisoners extra food rations.

The Splicer was having bad cases of withdrawal.

No matter where you looked, each of the once-heroes had something taklen form them, to make them spineless victims. The kinds you'd see in refugees and hostages.