> traffick boss was sprouting in the woods > > his plan was to sadistically and horrifically torture people, shattering > minds of communites in ways that held a sense of real, true evil so severely > that it would be like the impact of a nuclear explosion, leaving reality > corrupt for any who ventured near > > like usual > > the woodland was previously full of happy and carefree innocents, living a > utopic existence free of harm or worry > > they had heard of worries, but didn't really seriously believe in them
wandering cyborg (to innocent looking at sprouting traffick boss): "this is traffick boss. you don't want to give him a hug, even though he needs one badly and it's very obvious. he needs hugs so badly that you would not physically survive giving him one. you would physically die." wandering cyborg: "that is why i am a cyborg now."
