Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170703060145

Mycos does not stop firing, cutting down many of the fleeing rebels, though eventually he simply stops. The battle slows, as he senses the winds carry the spores of plague far and wide. Soon the seeds he had planted within the bodies of the rebels would hatch, and carry the next generation through the genetic history of the planet's ecosystem. Win or lose this fight, the Plague Father would be well pleased with his work.

He walked over to Soin, seemingly unconcerned and oddly serene despite the massive cracks in his ancient, rusted power armor, his naked guts spilling to the floor, and the multitude of flies already filling and nesting in his bullet holes. 'Has Orion contacted us yet? It has been quite a jolly souriee if I do say so myself. I'm sure your Blood God is very pleased as well.'