Yo. His background explains a loooooooooooooot. No everything, but enough.
The glassed guy in the book, mc wears glasses.
His attachment issues. The fact that he wasn’t being raised well. Poor thing.
But where did he learn about fucking?
I genuinely believe, with all of my heart, that if my guy was dead, this crazy psycho would fuck his corpse. And continued while he rots.
Like seriously, rigor mortis sets in. Body bloated, The body so far decayed, that flesh strips from bone. Fly breeding maggots and the body breaks down. Even in the dry decayed stage, he would still continue.
That guy is gonna come out of that dance like he survived the war.
Ooooh, those cold eyes from GranZaddy Lombardi. Chills.
I saw that death flag as soon as he said he was leaving for a bit. I’m like, yeah, he’s gonna die. I must harden my heart.
I few tears manage to get by, but my heart doesn’t ache too bad.
It’s regrettable and sad though. I wish things could have been different.
I’m so nervous for her to meet the brother now. Why would he not miss her?
Nah, that’s actually fucked up.
Eternity is a long ass time. No vacations either. That’s hell. Hehe.
This is what it means to write a character with no redeeming qualities. See us here reading a different one and going: “This is sick, but a iI really want to see Mc get his buns greased” cause the ML is probably just that hot(guilty (●'◡'●)ﾉ ), or, the art is so beautiful and it’s so romanticized (guilty again).
But my guy here is OBSESSED. He wants to live in this man’s skin and the world can burn for all he cares.
Other than Killing Stalking, I can genuinely say that I’m scared of this man.
Wait… Say.. don’t they both have that creepy eye bag thing going on with them, dark circle, dead eyes bit?
Yoooo, realization while writing. I blow my own mind. Kachow!
Granny reverse that ship real quick. He didn’t even get a chance exact his plan.
Five words.
Bench press.
Knees to shoulders ლ(´ڡ`ლ)
Quick! Throw that as ‘round like a circle.
Present that ass, and spread dem cheek wide my guy. He ate that shit like it was the last meal of a dying man. At this point, this be your only hope.
My guy is like the Boogie-man. Scaring the shit out of all of us. Only this time, he’s not under the bed.
My guy should have died at that range. Now that, is ‘plot armor’.
Who are the Hounds? And who’s or what is Sisyphus?
GYAT DAMN IS HE FOYN!!!!
Fold that twink like a beach chair and go downtown!
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I apologize. I don’t know what came over me just now
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Wow. I just love how articulate and poetic this is.
The way they speak is so flowery.
I really wish to read more like this.
I feel like we’re enjoy this revenge of his so much, that we don’t notice this is gonna end one day. And when that time comes, what’s gonna happen to my guy.
We saw the afterworld the gods won’t welcome him. They might try to kill him actually. And will there ever be someone that can match him? Not these fools of course, but I wonder.
I would hope his position as the king of hell stays, and if anything that how it ends, but yeah, worried.
But heaven doesn’t fit LIoyd at all.
I don’t want home to be worked to the bone, but surely something can be worked out. My guy just wants to retire in peace.
And here the afterlife is, trying to get my guy to work for eternity.
Damn.
We not doing a finger no more? Gotta shouto that shit huh. Well Damn.