Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-3293219-20140603183724

Kaizen lay the cultist's body on the operating table, gently laying it out before pulling the trolly with the surgical equipment over. The Argonian looked down on it, frowning and shaking his head in disgust as he reached over for the scalpel, holding it in his left hand as he began to peel what was left of the helmet with his right.

The woman had quite pale skin, presumably before she was dead, she had a sea blue eye, which stared at him, lifelessly. The other eye had caved in, from where he had forced her telescope through it. She had blonde hair and multiple scars on her face, which was dirty and had some stress wrinkles on it. She was presumably in her thirties or possibly late twenties.

Kaizen reached over for his scalpel and stood over her, ready to take off the armour and star operating. This was going to be long and messy...

The perfect post-breakfast activity...