Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181219235003/@comment-3293219-20181221220000

"You are but an *ABOMINATION*, a rampant monstrocity without even a Horde to guide him! You're a disgrace, even to your own kind! *Kind*" 

As he spoke, the mud formed into the familiar idol of the Master, a monitor, with a ton of flesh encasing it. At the top of the mound was the abominable face of the Master, alongside with the husks that also clung to it, long since dead but their flesh lived on, thanks to the gift of the VATS.