#nasius

> You knew there was a reason you sometimes carried a spare guitar along with Lucille. They weren’t as fine as her, didn’t have her polish, weren’t up to snuff... but they made one fuck of a great weapon when there was no time to arm yourself.

> Honestly, it’s hard to remember what this was supposed to be on the yellowblood’s side. An attempted mugging, maybe? It’s hard to remember, everything is kind of blurry. All you can really recall is grabbing the neck of that spare guitar and using the instrument to bash the other Troll over the head... repeatedly. Ok, you might have gone into a slight, flashback driven fury and beaten the guy to death.

> All you can do is stand there, heaving while yellow cakes the broken guitar and most of your form, a lot of it smeared on your face as well. 

“Haaah.... hah...”