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Day 245 | Video/Action | Open
[The camera clicks on and off sporadically, a loud and heavy thump heard along with a distinct yelling. The camera finally stayed on as Krieg could clearly be heard yelling as the view darted around his person. He was desperately searching for something on his person that he simply could not find, not paying a moments notice to the welcome information rolling across the visor. Someone however was paying close attention.]

(MarinaNova? What kind of name is that? I suppose if you're an AI with an underwater facility being clever is the last thing on your mind... But how did we get here? One moment we were fighting Jack, the next-)

My Flesh Rippers are GONE!

[As Krieg yelled this out he quickly looked down at the jumpsuit in rage and tore the chest portion off entirely, leaving bits of orange jumpsuit hanging on his arms but leaving his torso exposed.]

The blood may not be running, but AT LEAST MY PECS HAVE PECS.

(...Yeah, great... But do you see what this means? This place has no war, no violence, and no need for death OR killing. This is what we've been waiting for, a place where we can finally work to become normal again. Because of this place, we may finally react like a regular human being and make friends like we had before. So you will not harm anyone here, or my same promise applies even more so down here...)

[Krieg didn't like hearing that one bit. Not only is his Axe, guns, grenades, guns, and fire gone, but he lost his murder friends and could no longer kill anyone. If anyone was still paying attention to him he was very clearly mad and twitching.]

NOOOO!!! THINGS CAN NEVER BE NORMAL! My life is but a never ending pit of blood and bile forged from combat! Let the bullets scrape me clean and fill my soul with the pain of a thousand corpses! I drink the blood and rip the flesh because I! AM! A MONSTER! NOW AND FOREVER!

[Wanting nothing more than to beat someone to a pulp Krieg looked around, however even he knew that he had no power to fight here, and even if he did he did not wish the death that the voice inside promised so many times. So much like an angered child who didn't get what he wanted Krieg sat cross legged on the ground and started to punch the ground and his head interchangeably. For those who paid closer attention however, it looked a lot less like a temper tantrum, and more like a man who had just gotten the entire meaning of his life ripped out from beneath him.]