After stalking my prey. I sprung my brilliant trap 19 years in the making. Comms Officer never stood a chance. By God, I'll never forget that expression on his face when I finally slit his miserable little throat. I deserve questions as reward for my incredible feat!
What do you want? Money? Power? Something more sexual SpoilerI'm turning into Icy D:
An expected, yet horrible problem has arisen. What is the purpose of my life now? I expected eternal bliss after completing my task of killing Comms Officer. It's as if he made me whole. As my existence was tied to his, and without him, I have been rendered useless.
I demand pleasure. The death of Comms Officer has not satisfied my hunger. Instead, it has turned it into starvation. I need new prey. More blood. More death. More glorious carnage!
No! You don't understand! Comms Officer became Weed Commando once he quit the Enclave and joined the FaZe Clan. But the scars of his membership still remained. Whether mental or physical. Comms Officer could never return to his former self.
You are turning ghey.
It was Richardson's. That miserable bastard sent thousands to their deaths. In fact, I was responsible for the destruction of his pathetic organization. Unfortunately, Comms Officer fled the site a week before its demise.
But now, what will become of me? The collapse of both the organization which wrought endless death upon its victims, and my traitorous brother has made my existence pointless.
No. I am the definition of evil. The Enclave's ideology was merely against mine, so it had to be eliminated. Comms Officer was corrupted by it as well, so he needed to be purged.
I finally killed Comms Officer. AMA me anything.
