Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170619221809

Mycos pats a jovial hand on Soin's back, leaving a large stain. 'Pleasure to meet you, my friend,' he said in a deep voice. 'I am Mycos of the Pale Reapers. I also...well yes, I suppose I do work for Strasse,  he's given me such a wonderful little petri dish to test out done of my new toys while we hunt, why wouldn't I be grateful?' He pulls out another grenade,  the same model as the one that liquefied the unfortunate rebels,  and smells it. 'I was worried these little children weren't up to the task, but my have they proved me wrong,  did you see? '

He put the grenade away and wiped the last traces of brain matter from his armor. 'Dreadfully sorry, I haven't asked you about your circumstances. I get so caught up when doing Grandfather's work. '