It's not cowardice, it's disgust! Don't get it twisted, you psycho!
[He's still horny, just no longer in a position of power... That's the only difference, don't listen to him. Rex may be a superhero, but he's also just a teenager,
God of War? Not just the desert, or Egypt?
That enrages him. If this guy was the god of love or knowledge or even fucking livestock, he'd mean more. He'd be making the world a better place. But war? War is the reason why small children cry themselves to sleep at night, wondering if the parents that ushered them to safety are still alive. It ruins so many people, keeping the prospects of the freshly dead from ever seeing fruition, and mars the memories of those "lucky" enough to survive.
This guy doesn't deserve his sympathy.
Rex ignores a few obvious truths, things he'd easily been able to parse out. From his understanding, Gods don't usually choose their roles. They're given to them, there's something innate about how they behave. Rex would argue that they aren't above humans necessarily, even if they certainly are different.
He's always like this, Rex Splode.
Somehow, in the past few months, as the one good thing in his life grew further and further away from him mostly due to his own awful behavior, is trying his best to forget. To do his job and jackhammer the jerks (read: not sexual).
What he should be doing is trying to remember.]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
[With no sense of propriety, I mean come on look at him, he sharply knees Set in the 'nads.]
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[He's still horny, just no longer in a position of power... That's the only difference, don't listen to him. Rex may be a superhero, but he's also just a teenager,
God of War? Not just the desert, or Egypt?
That enrages him. If this guy was the god of love or knowledge or even fucking livestock, he'd mean more. He'd be making the world a better place. But war? War is the reason why small children cry themselves to sleep at night, wondering if the parents that ushered them to safety are still alive. It ruins so many people, keeping the prospects of the freshly dead from ever seeing fruition, and mars the memories of those "lucky" enough to survive.
This guy doesn't deserve his sympathy.
Rex ignores a few obvious truths, things he'd easily been able to parse out. From his understanding, Gods don't usually choose their roles. They're given to them, there's something innate about how they behave. Rex would argue that they aren't above humans necessarily, even if they certainly are different.
He's always like this, Rex Splode.
Somehow, in the past few months, as the one good thing in his life grew further and further away from him mostly due to his own awful behavior, is trying his best to forget. To do his job and jackhammer the jerks (read: not sexual).
What he should be doing is trying to remember.]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
[With no sense of propriety, I mean come on look at him, he sharply knees Set in the 'nads.]