Fiendish and crude. Froosty and lews. This is the life I have whored myself to. Spackled and battered and smothered and covered. And cleaving and cloven and bitter and blued.
I hear your piteous shrieking. In this land of death. And boils and bees and RPG's. And piles of prisoners masturbated on. Now you are on fire. You curse the choice you made.