Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180923002829

Prad watches in lost sympathy as the people scream their outrage. HIs empathy brought low by apathy...

"You sympathize with those condemned to oblivion...a waste of emotion..."

Prad's gaze slowly diverts to his left flank, irises once more possessed, pulled to the lifeless land. The man in gray watches the mass of rioters threatning to the undead's life, distant, in a physical...and emotional manner.

"You waste your thoughts for these walking deads. They were damned once they decided to live under the rule of those animals. They were damned once they decided to let the rotten in their hearts. Now, we come to the consequences. Now, they are caught in a war they do not understand nor can hope to prevail. How will their rotting masters deal with them? Throw them as sacrifice? Abondon them outright? Perhaps wanton slaughter as a gesture of a last time. Yes...they know their father is back to kill every single one of them. This is a ripe time for the masters to turn on their cattle, succumb to their disgusting instincts in the pretexe of a last good time.To feel the weight of power over life and death over what they summarize as a lesser race..."

He turns his inexistant helm at Prad, his words weighting down on the injured man "...P̮͔̘̠̼ͅe̤͈̥͕͔͖̝r̫̤̝ͅh̫̺̲͈̞a̪̮̹͇͖̝p͎̞͍̗̯ͅs̲̗̲͚̫͚ ̹͚̞̬̭̦̼be̯̯̭͍f͈̠̼or̯̘̭e̜̞̞̲̟͕ ͓t͇̻̗̗̩̼͙h̟̭͉e̬̬͇̺̤͈̝y d͕̼̩̣̱o͙͓͕̩̘,̯̺ ͇̰͕͍͉̦̲s̰̥̪uc̻̣̣̗̫̘͚c̣̖̭͚̰̥u͉̲͍̟̜m̩b̜ ̬̖̻͕̼͔tọ͔̩̖̼̥ ̗͚t̲̠̺̳̳̫̜h̰e͎̣̬͙ s̥̠͖̩a̗̫̙̺̖me̗͈͇͍ ̗̺̦͈̤̩͕d̹͇̙̤̠e͕͕v̤ice̤͕̫͓̦̭̰ ̠͍t̟͙̘̣h̙͉̮͉ey̱͈ ͎͙̳̰̥͍w͈o̯̦̪̝̥̣̻u̻͔ḽ̱͈͍d̘̱ ̼̤͔hav͕e̠͔̥̦ ̫̼ͅw̬̖r͓̼͇̥o̭̱̙u̝̲̫̣g̞̫̙̫̙̥͇h̤̫̫͚͙͈t̙̤̺̦.̠̲̼̩̯.̪̻̯.̳̟̥͔̗ "

Prad lowers his head. Convincing the man away...a bleak outlook to surmount...