He makes me wanna hit my knees and vomit, but in a good way. You can practically smell the decay and gifts of the Grandfather coming from him. I would not want to be a ship's armsman when this guy came walking down the corridor because that's how I picture it. A sick ripe smell of rot followed by a thick miasma of green vapor. The heavy slow tread of ceramite boots on steel. Flashes in the dark green, then the killing begins as a he emerges from the cloud with tendrils of sickly gas clinging to him like a leviathan of old Terra rising from the depths.
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