The Mind of Moo

[Valicor]

Around the dark room, many thin metal tables hold dead bodies. Every body is cut open in a Y on the chest, like those in an autopsy room. Some are missing minor limbs and extremities, other missing major limbs. These tables prop up against each other in a pentagon shape, leaving just one space narrow around for an exit. In the middle of the tables stands a rotted man, covered in dark armor. The green surfaces of the eye holes of his mask are alight eerily, glowing by his yellow eyes. He stands over a cadaver.

"Oooo! A spleen! Oh, what a good kidney.."
The Forsaken reaches his hand down, squishing it down into the body as he rips out a kidney in his hands. It's clearly rotted.
"Good diet....maybe Moo use it! Mu-haha!", as he tosses it over his shoulder. Suddenly, he doubles over, clenching his head.

A little girl in a pale floral dress prances through an open-treed meadow. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning rips through the sky, leaving black trails in it's wake. Thunder crashes, and Moo comes back to, hunched on his knees on the floor.

The Forsaken raises his gaze, looking around the room. He stands slowly, grabs his fine-edged dagger, and leans back over the corpse, slicing and squishing silently.