Game 37: The Comedian Butcher
Han Tae-yang (한태양) was laughing. Not the polite kind of laugh that you hear when someone pretends a joke was funny just to keep the mood. No, this was the raw, cracked laugh of a man who had decided that the universe itself was an open mic stage, and his audience just so happened to be a horde of screaming goblins and a few thousand terrified humans.
His voice rose above the shrieks, above the clash of steel, above the bone-crunching symphony of chaos.
"Ahhh, this is better than cable TV!" he shouted, his mask tilting slightly as he swung his arm in a wild arc that split open the throat of a goblin who had been mid-screech. "And cheaper too! No subscription fees, no annoying ads. Just premium goblin blood in high definition!"
