Posted at 5:32 am on Feb 3, 2007 by:
King Gojinn
Tired of games...
Gojinn scoffed. He almost didn’t believe Kizmat. There was something about his demeanor, and the look in his eye that made him distrustful… but who else could he ask right now? No one…
“Don’t tell anyone?” What are you, 5 years old, you twisted fuck? Just tell me about the phial… about Mortismere… and what I’m gonna do to stop him. At this point, whether he’s your brother or not, I will kill him, and I’ll do anything to attain that goal and finish this. It’s not a fight… or a battle, or a conflict. This is war. He stepped onto my turf and threatened my peasants. I’m not taking this lightly…
Gojinn slammed his fist on Kizmats desk and leaned forward.
I’m ready to die for this cause. Now tell me what I need to know.
He leaned back, frustrated.
