Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160307225917

Armstrong sighed audibly, his shoulders slumping. "I have met this Chief God, herself. I was one of her faithful soldiers in the war for godly reign. I can tell you, with absolution, that she did not give you the strength to hate monsters. She gave you the strength to love them. To show them that they may be accepted! All of you fools! You know nothing of the old-times! You think this is what an enemy does? Offer you love? Devotion? Acceptance?! No! These girls, be they human or spider, or undead, offer love to you freely. And you reject them in favor of bloodlust!" Armstrong shouts, clenching his fists. Mercy may have been fueled by hatred, but even he could feel fear. And he felt fear and insecurity within every of Armstrong's words. He didn't just conflict his ideals in every possible way, but he had the gall and strength of character to stand by his words, and back them up with experience. "You should all be ashamed. I know my mother would turn in her grave if she saw me harm a woman that didn't deserve it. I only pray your mothers have turned blind eyes to what it is you do..." Armstrong states, turning and walking away.