Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-26380985-20181008020137

HoundTheDestroyer93 wrote: Marcus’ eyebrows turn inward, his expression now angered. His greatsword now makes a comeback as he unsheathes it from his back. Hoping off horse, Marcus strides toward the husks, and readies his weapon. Like a expert weed wacker he cuts down the charging undead. He looks over their moving bodies, even after being cut down.

He eventually looks to Tinbel. “Hard to kill lot, ain’t they? So what’s your story?” Marcus (known as the Wardog) steps forward. “What’s you objective?” Tinbel: Objective? Puff! I'm a proud Wilderman, I do not need a worthless thing like that, the only thing I need is to kill every annoying piece of fleash that gets in my way, then I eat, then I kill again, then I eat, then I kill and eat, I kill and heat, I kill and eat everything again.