{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
Edited by VertheAlt:
12/28/2015 8:30:14 PM
1
-
"I don't know, you tell me." [b]He looks up, the veins running up and down his neck are black and illuminating a cloudy glow, his has bags under his eyes, and his eyes emit the same, cloudy blue glow. He talks as if someone else is talking with him, but there voice is wretched and hoarse. His black wretched arm is so alive tiny tendrils are half detaching from his arm. He then takes a paper and holds up a paper that says "Project Wendigo, FN."[/b] "This ring a bell?"
-
Sawyer's eyes open in horror. "Oh, -blam!-."
-
"Yeah, who authorized this?"
-
"No one."
-
Edited by elijah: 12/28/2015 11:24:06 PM[b]Tears begin swelling in his eyes when he says...[/b] "Why? I can't take it anymore..." [b]He takes his wrist blade and holds it to his throat.[/b]
-
Sawyer snacks the wristblade out of his hands. "NO. You're stronger than the stupid bastards who kill themselves."
-
"No I'm not...I'm weak...not as strong as I was...eating my energy..." [b]Suddenly he has a threatening expression, and he screams threateningly, then he returns to his regular self, he collapses on a chair, cryingz[/b]
