[Fucking. Water. Gamzee's a strong swimmer, having spent most of his early life living on the water's edge, but he's nearly drowned more times than he can count on his bony, grey fingers, and it never gets any more enjoyable. The whirlpool left him looking equally worse for wear, his wild black hair dripping and beginning to coil and expand to its normal shape the more it air-dried. His oversized clothes hung off of him like a wet flag wrapped around a flagpole, and he wrung them out with his hands as they proceeded into the good ol' Chamber of Sacrifice.]
[This was the obvious conclusion to an occult-themed wild honker chase. Dead bodies never lose their appeal, though, and Gamzee looks keen to investigate. Tasting the blood, peering into victim's lifeless eyes, etcetera. Unfortunately, his very professional examination is cut short by an angry, possessed cultist.]
Sick one-liner, bro. You practice at home?
[Gamzee's weapon is a giant, rainbow, blood-encrusted hammer. It looks ridiculous, but so does he. Don't knock it or it might knock you.]
4-C (A shiny new cinematic for you today!)
[This was the obvious conclusion to an occult-themed wild honker chase. Dead bodies never lose their appeal, though, and Gamzee looks keen to investigate. Tasting the blood, peering into victim's lifeless eyes, etcetera. Unfortunately, his very professional examination is cut short by an angry, possessed cultist.]
Sick one-liner, bro. You practice at home?
[Gamzee's weapon is a giant, rainbow, blood-encrusted hammer. It looks ridiculous, but so does he. Don't knock it or it might knock you.]