Not dead, but not alive either. A creature holding on to existence through sheer rage and hate. A fallen hero, viscous black fluid drips from lesions in its hide. Its visage but a twisted mask of agony and wretchedness. The mouth formed in a agonized silent scream as it continues to trudge on, seeking only to inflict the pain of a lifetime among those that wronged it, and oblivion for itself. Every insult, every injury, every quiet mocking whisper runs through its mind, driving it further into the depths of madness.