Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24736819-20170115023151

Panmoneius smirked, watching the people ot Evermore, peasants and guards alike, crawling through the streets as if they were giant-sized slugs leaving a trail of dark red blood instead of mucus.

Occasionaly, the green rober halfgod approached one of the suffering folks and poked him, or her, with his staff until the person pleaded for a mercy kill...which, of course, Pan never obliged to.

"I must take note of this experiment...and perhaps draw the beauty which is this scenery.", Panmoneius commented to himself before he was taken by an incessant cough.

The scene was actually horrifically disgusting. People vomiting both blood and the content of their stomachs, people deciding to end their suffering by their own hands. The worse, though, were the corpses of the ones who already left behind the world of the living since the stench they emitted, much like the way they looked, would make anyone join the vomiting folks.

"I should do something about their strength...can't have them killing themselves like that.", Pan commented.