I AM THE HYSTERICAL GOD OF EXPLOSIONS!!!!

“What In heavens name are ye doing?” He asked as he watched Kreeger carry horse shit towards the manor.

Maybe it was just the stress talking but Kreeger seemed to have developed a minor god complex in the last hour or so. Or at least he thought he had if the reaction to Albert was any indication.

He grabbed the man by the collar as his eye twitched furiously.

"DO NOT DARE QUESTION ME PUNY MORTAL WINE MAN!!! I AM THE ONLY THING KEEPING THE PLACE TOGETHER!!! THE KING'S RIDER CAUSED THIS MESS AND THE NOBILITY AROUND HERE HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING HELPFUL!!! SIR THOMAS' AND NADIA'S LEADERSHIP HAVE KILLED US!!! He hissed.

"OUR ONLY HOPE NOW IS IN THE CLEANSING POWER OF GUNPOWDER AND THE GREAT BOOMING BOOMERS WHAT BOOM AT MIDNIGHT!!!! YOUR BARREL WAS SPARED MY WROTH BECAUSE OF PAST FRIENDSHIP!!!! BUT FRIENDSHIP IS A THING EASILY BROKEN!!!! DO NOT QUESTION MY METHODS OR THE GOSPEL OF THE HOLY SHIT!!!! THE HOLY SHIT IS THE ONLY WAY YOUR PATHETIC HIDE WILL REACH THE GLORIOUS BOOB AFTERLIFE!!!! NOW, BE SILENT MAGGOT AND HELP ME GRAB AS MUCH SHIT AS POSSIBLE SO THAT WE MAY TURN IT TO MY FURY INCARNATE AND DESTROY THESE LIVING CORPSES!!! DO NOT THIS THING FOR ME, AND I WILL SUCK YOUR SOUL DRY!!!! LIKE A BLOWJOB!!!! A TERRIBLE BLOWJOB!!!!! OF DOOM!!!!

Kreeger would have continued his rant except he felt someone slap the back of his head and send him falling to the ground. He coughed and blinked in confusion.

"Uh.... what? Where... am I? W-what... Are the infected gone yet?" He groaned.

(OOC- is it alright if I have Kreeger go and perform mad scientist experiments on Raylinn to try to turn her into a zombie minion? I'm loving this whole mad doctor shtick.)

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