Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20181210012534

"No, no I'm not" Mordekai immediately shuts that thought down as he hops down his Jeep "The Jeep you see here is but one from a deseaced man. I had friends I was planning to meet that died. So, no, this isn't what I was laughing at..."

His masked gaze turns to the man witht he sweatshirt, a somewhat...hostile tone in his next wording "The mere thought that someone would somehow enjoy being torn to shred, as much as the violent, psychopathic souless abomination from whatever the hell they came from...THIS. THIS is what I'm laughing at? Hehehe, you think he'd enjoy this, don't you? You think this is some harmless spit of words, huh? I saw a man getting ripped out of his Jeep by one of these freaks!"

Mordekai stops for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief "And you go around, presenting some sort of pleasure from the victims getting eaten, tortured or pierce alive...you sicken me. You sicken me, I want you to know that. Assuming we even get out of this alive...I wonder what thought will the families of that dead man, of my friends will think once I tell them of that one guy who managed to get some sickening thought about one of those things... pleasuring the dead as they slaughtered them..."