*The Black Wind that devours souls, Machin Shin has ventured forth from its hiding place, drawn by the screams of pain. It envelopes the kitten and draws louder screams of agony from him, ignoring the others. In its wake, however, the Servants of Madness gather, creatures that defy description and ...

*The Black Wind caresses Reika's cut wrist and cupped hands, the blood vanishing into the formless wind as if it had never been, a coo of pleasure spreads through the whispers of madness.* The Halls, yes, we shall go, the voices shall speak to the fleshy ones, to Home we go, then to the metal place...

*Howling, the Black Wind that devours souls spots the pair in the street, drawn by the scent of blood. Madness, Bloodlust, and Oblivion are close allies in some circles, and it bows (if a formless entity can be said to bow) to Reika after alighting beside them.* Come with us, blood to spill, souls ...

*In a dark alleyway, the Black Wind howls as it licks its metaphorical wounds.* The cat betrays us again, the blood so sweet to savor, the souls to scream, not ours again. The thing in the sky, full of souls to scream, blood to spill, the souls to scream for us? Pay pay pay, revenge shall be souls ...

So long we wait, scream now your songs, the wings to pluck, the flesh to strip, sing your choir of screams little ones time will die and you will die and god will die and all will scream scream scream their pathetic little songs such pretty things the blood to drip drip drip Machin Shin surges out ...

* The Black Wind howls as it searches for the one known as Kwyndig .* Kittens these be, and scream they may, but explode with vigor when disturbed again. They are not the heretic we seek, but you shall do, till the song reach its peak. * Machin Shin siezes upon the regenerating Moto42 bits and haul...

*The Black Wind howls, confused by this game, it seeks the kitten, and where could he be?*

Scream little Hida, what's with this name? Do you know from whence thine doom came?

*Searching for its former master, the Black Wind howls through this thread, grabbing Silent Sniper, The Traveler, and zippywondergirl in its sinsiter embrace.* Come scream with me little ones, the song of screams begins, for some time soon, Kwyndig's doom, shall be close at hand. Now bleed your blo...

So it likes to dance, metal corrodes, pain exists, the screams they sing the dance to dance, the song they scream, the scream they dance. For metal does bleed, in the wind's embrace... now come, we dance our dance. For we are dead, and the dead do not die. * The Black Wind reaches out and absorbs M...

*Reaches out and absorbs Tim and his weaponry.* So many songs to scream, scream your songs little ones, scream scream scream! *At this point, it begins to become clear to all, Machin Shin is building an Orchestra of the Damned from the screaming, mutilated Bulldrekkers. The screams of torment from ...

*Enfolds Cash within it's dark bulk.*

The blood so red to drip, scream, little one, scream your little screams, your tiny screams, your loud screams, scream your songs for all, the blood goes drip drip drip, the screams do sing, such pretty songs they scream, such pretty screams they scream...

The light so strong, the chase afoot, oh where are you, it won't be long, until you scream a pretty song... *The Black Wind begins to howl with rage as it knocks over things in a blind rush, heading away from Cazmonster and looking for something to gain strength from before finishing what it has be...

*As Cazmonster goes for a Rolling Rock Machin Shin leaps out of the shadows and attacks him.* The fur so purple, the armor so thick, let's crack his bones and make him drip. The blood to drip, drip, drip, the skin to peel in strips, the strips to toss, they are no good, the bones to crack, the powe...

*Elsewhere, the Black Wind slinks about, looking for new prey.*

The blood so red to drip, the flesh to peel in strips, the strips to plait, the blood to drip, the bones to crack...

So hungry... so very hunger we have... The blood to drip, the flesh so red, the screams, how we miss the screams...

So sweet the screams to savor, the souls to rip and tear. Tasty souls, yummy souls. So sweet the blood, so red to drip, drip, drip upon the tongue. To fall from the eyes. I hear the screams, the screams to savor, the blood to drip, the flesh to peel, the souls to rip.

Opinion: Still not as fast as we'd like though... The screams we hear...

So red the blood to drip, drip, drip, upon the tongue. *Howling forward from the depths of Hell itself comes Machin Shin , the Black Wind that devours souls. Reorienting itself by tracking the scent of newbie, Machin Shin approaches Darkalin.* Scream your song little one, sing your screams. Pretty ...

The bones go snicker snack kercrack, the bones they crack. The marrow, sweet marrow, to consume. *The Black Wind appears before LDH, and envelopes him.* The fires, they burn, the flames to smother, the bones to crack, the marrow to suck, the soul to devour, the screams to sing... *Kwyndig crams Mac...

The soul soo sweet to taste, the screams to savor, the blood to drip, drip, drip. So red, so dripping *The Black Wind howls as it surrounds Lektrogirl, battering her mind with the caress of ultimate darkness upon her soul. The voices sing and scream their demented refrain as Lektrogirl's soul is ri...

*Siezes Liniah and rips off her skin.*