*The heat that is exuding off of him is so much that the spittle evaporates. The yellow tinge in his eyes is almost overpowering.* Let... me... go. Please. *Is barely keeping control.*
*Stands, brushes down shirt, adjusts the two rings on his hand(one old and silver with weird runes the other his engagement ring), then starts walking away.*
We all know that there in no way that damn trial would have been fair. When it was ruled by people with corruption quotas to meet. And fifteen million people is nothing, my friend. More than that die every minute in someway or another on an interdimensional scale. And my faith allows me to say this, because I know they all…
First, don't out of the blue accuse people of genocide. Second, keep in mind all the other possibilities in a sci-fi universe for why they look exactly alike, yet act entirely different. THIRD, do not be an idiot. Big point there. I get the damn nepotism quota, which is an idiot maneuver by Ba'al first off. If you have…
When absolute zero hits, we all die... Second, did you not hear the alteranate realities thing, Worffan? She could be a really nice person from another reality, while the evil one is from another reality.
*Cracks neck and sends his consciousness into the Chaos, using the experience he had with the Crown to search for Icerose. Identifies her unique mind to the south, in Antarctica. Brings back his own consciousness before it is consumed.* *Shivers.* Why did it have to be Antarctica? *Heads to a store and gets some heavy duty…