Is anyone else picturing Mordant as an unstoppable force, steadily ploughing through fields, buildings and people in a dead straight line towards Lurid's bedroom in Southampton, leaving a wake of destruction behind her? And can you see Lurid leaping up and down, squealing, praying, carving a tombstone, digging a grave, jumping in it, pulling the soil over himself and putting the flowers on top?
Jack, Expressionless: I fear you may be too close to the epicentre. Get out, get out now while you can. Gather your loved ones together and get out of there. |
