Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-27560171-20170207011910/@comment-32788838-20170209034221

Depeche rides, his belly full and waterskins filled for the journey ahead; he reserves his horse's strength beneath the Sun, not desiring to tire her or use too much energy in the event that an ambush is struck. He plays with various pieces of cutlery, admiring them as he rides, while detecting all around him within a 60m radius with his Plug In Baby. He remains tranquil and calm, although he ponders quietly to himself.

"Did I make a mistake by being tempted by the call of these Corpse Parts...? I didn't wish to drag anyone into this mess, especially Joachim or any women, what with hitmen all over the place. ... I'm already too far in now. Too late to give it all up without someone coming to harm. May as well keep going and the find the rest of these things... Damn, you really cocked up now, haven't you, Depeche? Because winning this race just wasn't good enough, eh?"