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“I don’t know why I’d have a reason to cut anyone’s head off, or even use such rude words to describe you- after all, anyone sane here probably might change!”

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called ‘dumb’ or even being told ‘killing you would be fun’ Mount Massive was surely strange wasn’t it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don’t think i’m dumb or anything but you see here sir, i’ve been wandering for hours on end and i’ve craved for conversation! It’s quite wonderful! And-“ He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. “Wait. You’re… the Walrider?”

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@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called ‘dumb’ or even being told ‘killing you would be fun’ Mount Massive was surely strange wasn’t it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don’t think i’m dumb or anything but you see here sir, i’ve been wandering for hours on end and i’ve craved for conversation! It’s quite wonderful! And-“ He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. “Wait. You’re… the Walrider?”

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called 'dumb' or even being told 'killing you would be fun' Mount Massive was surely strange wasn't it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don't think i'm dumb or anything but you see here sir, i've been wandering for hours on end and i've craved for conversation! It's quite wonderful! And-" He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. "Wait. You're... the Walrider?"

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