Pudge, the Butcher

In the Fields of Endless Carnage, far to the south of Quoidge, a corpulent figure works tirelessly through the night--dismembering, disembowelling, piling up the limbs and viscera of the fallen that the battlefield might be clear by dawn. In this cursed realm, nothing can decay or decompose; no corpse may ever return to the earth from which it sprang, no matter how deep you dig the grave. Flocked by carrion birds who need him to cut their meals into beak-sized chunks, Pudge the Butcher hones his skills with blades that grow sharper the longer he uses them. Swish, swish, thunk. Flesh falls from the bone; tendons and ligaments part like wet paper. And while he always had a taste for the butchery, over the ages, Pudge has developed a taste for its byproduct as well. Starting with a gobbet of muscle here, a sip of blood there...before long he was thrusting his jaws deep into the toughest of torsos, like a dog gnawing at rags. Even those who are beyond fearing the Reaper, fear the Butcher.

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  1. Azzen'Ka: Hey, why are you sad, man?

    Maloch: I really wanted to taste the sweetness of candy, so I stole it from the kids. Actually I didn't intend to steal. I'm embarrassed and afraid that if they see me they will run away.


    Alice: What are you doing here? Do you want to steal our candy?

    Azzen'Ka: No, I didn't mean that.

    Keera: Don't believe him, Alice. He is sprinkled with sesame seed.

    Azzen'Ka: I really don't have any bad intentions. I'm here just to say that Maloch didn't mean to steal your candy. He wanted to ask but was afraid that if you guys later kicked him out because of his appearance. Now he's sad and regretting his actions.

    Alice & Keera: Really?

    Azzen'Ka: Yes, friends.

    BalasHapus

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