Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191113054942

@BTR

"Well, he wanted me to. Looking to snap whatever piece I held to, lashed in this dead parcel of land. Burned, electrified. Strangled. Shackled and beaten. All for his pleasure, constantly telling me how I had asked for it. For this woman my heart beats to. For the man I have learned to respect, one that now is gone. For your attmepts at flushing me out of this shadow of self-imposed isolation..."

Prad Takes to his suit, pulling the sleevs outward, revealing an armored arm. Only, he pulls something, prompting the whole piece to dismantle and fall out. Prad's arm, filled to the brim with wounds. Punctures. Slashs, Strikes. Burns. Remains of galvanization. A broken shackle still tethered to his skin.

"He wanted this last piece of me gone. The thoughts I kept from our meetings. You. Armata. Marcus...Roda. He wanted it all gone, and realized I wouldn't give those up. The only island of comfort that kept me from slipping to madness. So, he thought to drag me here, puppeting me, knowing a new man was to govern this place. Knowing he had intentions of letting the people do as their heart wanted. To see everything through his tainted view. Especially...her...and them...the worst aspects of monsters...and those who dwell close to them..." Prad silences himself.