User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/Group RP: The Death of Social Darwinism/@comment-23854671-20151005002337/@comment-23854671-20151009001336

Viktor was strutting down the forest in a half-skip, humming to himself lightly. He was carrying a silver suitcase in one of his hands, which swung back and forth. A bit over yonder he spotted some loser picking plants with a... woodchuck... thing. Viktor realized he should probably cut down on the shrooms. He approched them, mumbling in a quick and friendly manner, though inaudible. Words physically appeared beside him, however, letting the man know what he was saying.

"Hi person I'm suppose to kill! How's your day going?"

A smilely face also appeared beside the words.