Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150108030729/@comment-4794494-20150114005352

The Awoken Man chuckled at the chunks of flesh that surrounded him, formerly the scientists that were tasked with studying him. His void-weaving powers had spawned an explosion so large that it had shook the very foundation of the building. He looked around at the doors on either end of the room, wondering which way to go.

He headed through one door and floated down the hall; void-weaving allowing him to levitate serenely. A security guard snarled from down the hall, and the AM closed in on his next prey. The former fired his weapon in vain, but it had little effect. Within moments, the pale figure stood directly in front of him. The Awoken Man jabbed his boney hand through the man's cardiac area and impaled him, and the latter's eyes rolled back into his head.

This wasn't the end, however. A silver, sludge-like substance began to emit from the opening, and soon covered the entire head and and upper torso of the victim. The former corpse stood up and let out a disturbing groan, as a small light radiated from within the sludge. The now-horribly disfigured humanoid stood before him, awkwardly hunched over.

Awoken Man "It's hard to make decent art when your canvas was already trash to begin with."