[Whatever it is that Zed is describing, it sounds... marvelous. He tries to picture it. A drawing coming to life. Thinks about his smiley-faces etched on his tumors - what if they came to life, weren't just lumps stuck on his neck? Started walking around and talking and--
Wait, the stranger's talking about his scars. Eyes still wide, he drops his gaze down to his chest and runs a hand over the thickened tissue. This brings a grin to his face, only adds to how manic he looks right now.]
I did! [Mostly. Got some help on some parts from other War Boys but the art itself, all his own machination.]
A symbol of devotion to the V8... it's one way to prove myself worthy. [In the gleaming eye of the chrome engine-god, he's a follower, he's devout.
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Wait, the stranger's talking about his scars. Eyes still wide, he drops his gaze down to his chest and runs a hand over the thickened tissue. This brings a grin to his face, only adds to how manic he looks right now.]
I did! [Mostly. Got some help on some parts from other War Boys but the art itself, all his own machination.]
A symbol of devotion to the V8... it's one way to prove myself worthy. [In the gleaming eye of the chrome engine-god, he's a follower, he's devout.
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D'you know the Organic?