karl3＠writeme.com wrote:
traffick boss was sprouting in the woods his plan was to sadistically and horrifically torture people, shattering minds of communites in ways that held a sense of real, true evil so severely that it would be like the impact of a nuclear explosion, leaving reality corrupt for any who ventured near like usual the woodland was previously full of happy and carefree innocents, living a utopic existence free of harm or worry they had heard of worries, but didn't really seriously believe in them wandering cyborg (to innocent looking at sprouting traffick boss): "this is traffick boss. you don't want to give him a hug, even though he needs one badly and it's very obvious. he needs hugs so badly that you would not physically survive giving him one. you would physically die."
wandering cyborg: "that is why i am a cyborg now."
[well it was a closer draft at least