Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150123171346/@comment-29559990-20150125025840

(Allright, intro-post.)

Torg stood over the puny thing, an axe in hand. Gripping it tightly and pure rage simply radiating from his body.

He marched up to the small being, nearly doubling it in size. Now, he raised the axe over his head, and began driving it down into the target. He repeated this process numerous times before there was simply nothing left to hit.

The target dummy was now but a mess of straw upon the stone ground. Torg couldn't quite comprehend why these things fell apart so quickly. What he did note, however, was how everyone got louder when he did stuff like this. They yelled things like "You idiot" and "Imbecile". He didn't understand it, but he just didn't like it when they get loud.

He hastily tried to put the thing back together, but it didn't exactly work out. He grew tired of trying to fix it, and sat down on the remains of the dummy, disappointed.