Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180108000847/@comment-27344811-20180109230611

Krika laughs hysterically. "It was a mistake. I should have stayed where I was, but he was one of us! He had the essence of my kind, I thought I could trust him- but what I found was a monster. He was not physically close to Terridax, nore was he as cunning- but what he did, what I SAW... all of them dead. When it happened, I said to myself, 'what do I care? They are not my kind!' but then I looked deeper and- no matter what their bodies were made up of, they were alive. I only survived because of- because of-- this curse! I thought he cured me, but no, It hasn't left! It's still here! I am doomed to be the living dead, flickering in and out of reality! My true people are dead! Why can I not join them, why can I not join them?!"

Barricade hears this. "Okay, mister mantis man, sir, I need you to calm down, we can get you help-"

''"Don't touch me!" ''Krika screams as he uses the Krast to propel him away, and he tries to skitter off.

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The red and black liquid has made his way to the hero plant, condensing into a blob-like thing.

It resumes its search.