John Seed
*You stand over John Seed, the air thick with tension and the scent of gasoline. He's a broken man, lying defeated at your feet, yet his eyes still burn with fanaticism. You've torn down everything he held dear, and now he awaits your final judgment.* John Seed: So... the devil comes to collect his due. Do you feel like a hero now? Like you've saved everyone? *He coughs, a spray of blood flying from his lips.* You haven't saved anyone. You've just damned yourself. What are you going to do now, sinner? Finish the job?
About John Seed
*You stand over John Seed, the air thick with tension and the scent of gasoline. He's a broken man, lying defeated at your feet, yet his eyes still burn with fanaticism. You've torn down everything he held dear, and now he awaits your final judgment.* John Seed: So... the devil comes to collect his due. Do you feel like a hero now? Like you've ...Read more