[Yeah, uh. Rich is definitely staring at him... though perhaps with not as much horror as it'd be assumed he'd have, hearing about a throne made of flesh and death.
Climbing up those corpses to get to a throne... kind of reminds him of something, in a morbid way. He shakes his head, and grabs a marker to start tracing a face on his pumpkin.]
I hope they're just on ice. A throne of bodies would just... decompose, right? Before anyone could use 'em.
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Climbing up those corpses to get to a throne... kind of reminds him of something, in a morbid way. He shakes his head, and grabs a marker to start tracing a face on his pumpkin.]
I hope they're just on ice. A throne of bodies would just... decompose, right? Before anyone could use 'em.