Broken hunger
"The law is the law, Skar. You knew that this would be your end when you chose to betray your own species." Says Sour puss solemnly; suddenly the bridge becomes a cold, inhospitable stance. You can't avoid just sigh, this has been your home several years.
"Here I have learned what really means be a soldier, Skar has been like a mentor figure for me. And now, he is gone, and I will just tearing down his flesh and cannibalizing him. Such It's the law"
You observe carefully the grim tools of your murdering endeavour. There is a good variety of pincers and tongs and fire to put them at higher temperatures and burning embers adding a barbecue flavour
But there are also more technological ways of cooking the bastard. The electric scalpel to cauterize his wounds and those brand-new plasma charged flamethrowers that could crisp him to the bones.
"Here I have learned what really means be a soldier, Skar has been like a mentor figure for me. And now, he is gone, and I will just tearing down his flesh and cannibalizing him. Such It's the law"
You observe carefully the grim tools of your murdering endeavour. There is a good variety of pincers and tongs and fire to put them at higher temperatures and burning embers adding a barbecue flavour
But there are also more technological ways of cooking the bastard. The electric scalpel to cauterize his wounds and those brand-new plasma charged flamethrowers that could crisp him to the bones.