Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29739190-20170228182836/@comment-26892768-20170302015418

"Uh, no. Not really. But, maybe it's around time I asked why he hates the murder ghost so much." Crow faces Zaktan. "So, greenie! Why is that thing so bad anyway?"

Zaktan stands still for a moment...and then shudders. "...You remember what I said earlier? How I was breifly a god for a few months?"

"You mean the fusion that brought dreams to life? Yeah, what about it?" Crow asks.

"While I was a part of it...there was this beast. A creature who fed on dreams. It came across the Skadiki the being was living with, and...it fed on their dreams." Zaktan cringes at the memory. "The being had no choice. It had to bring the remaining dreams to life...dreams of madness. Horrible, horrible things, brought on by the beast slowly wittling away at the Skadiki's sanity.

"I remember how the madness felt. How it felt to bring them to life...and this abombination feels exactly the same as the madness. Therefore, it needs to die."