User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/Group RP: The Death of Social Darwinism/@comment-23854671-20151005002337/@comment-23854671-20151008233653

Tyko heard the Warden's words, opening his eyes and looking to the sky, barely seeing the metallic form between the tall forest trees. His head hurt, and now a murder competition. Fuck that shit. He may like killing people, but only for money or personal reasons. Tyko decided in his head that this robot is an asshole.

He stood up, looking around at his surroundings. A large forest, it seemed. Could defininitly use some more flames. He'd get around to that, but first he had to eat. He moved his hand around a little, seeming to create an invisible stick in his hand. Only he could see, however, it was a rib, made out of nothingness but real all the same. He bit into it with hunger, only to spit it out quickly.

"How is it an imaginary rib gets burnt?!"

Annoyed by this, he decided he'd eat later, and started his stroll through the woods to find his next victims.