Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5583506-20190326213253

"There are a lot of people that wants me to become a corpse, meat", the dog-man scoffed and licked his lips. Though the soup tasted awful, at least it soothed his mind (by leaving it momentarily blank). "If this Shrike wants me to play dead, they are more than welcome to come and have a try. Though I think they will be disappointed by the result."

He collapsed back into his sofa, observing the suited man from a distance. "Lay it on me, meat", he sighed. "Who is this Shrike? I have never heard of them. And what did I do to offend them? Piss on their lawn?"