ooc: ok if this is too extreme let me know and ill 'tame it down'
He waited in the shadows patiently. He was hungry and he couldn't stand the food they served in the mess hall. What he wanted was raw meat; Mud, Glukk, Slig, it didn't matter. He stretched his Big Bro like frame, the quills on his back making slight clicking sounds. Apsentmindedly he stroked his 3 paramite like face tenticules, his tail twitching like a cat that was on a hunt. His dark green skin blended in well with the shadowy corridor he was in. He stared at the intersection with his yellow eyes, waiting for anything living to pass by. The Vykkers that had created him tried to control his tendicy to 'eat' his coworkers, but the best they do is implant a inhibitor at the base of his spine. Already he was starting to develop a resistence to the inhibitor's shocks. And he wasn't about to tell them about it. His stomach growled painfully and he knew he couldn't afford to wait much longer. He was about to give up and go to the mess hall when a slig passed by.
Good enough he thought as he charged. Unlike the standard BBS pants, his pants mimiced a spider, allowing him to achieve much greater speed then the lumbering gait the other BBS's were resticted to. He caught the slig completely off guard. The slig screeched in pain as he started to devower it alive. He could feel the inhibitor kicking. but he ignored it. When he was done all that was left of the slig was its pants and most of his skeleton. The sligs blood was all over him and he wouldn't have it anyother way. He gave a honk of trimupth.
Suddenly a new pain shot through him, one stronger then he had ever felt before. He wailed in pain and collapsed.
"They must have upgraded the voltage without me realizing it.." he muttered before he blacked out...
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