BobZombie would like to say: "On behalf of limbless creatures everywhere (of which I have often been), I express my deepest sympathies. It is in those moments when the last limb flies from your torso that you realize just how precious that body part was. And like a game thats been torn apart by the addition of a cutting edge expansion and soon sees its death coming, the body screams out as well in futility at the pathetic separation of limb from body inevitably to come, despite its feeble attempts to pump a few last squirts of blood through the limb's veins."
*cues LordCie to insert squirting severed limbs animation*
Disclaimer: BobZombie didn't actually think the above thoughts, as he lacks the capacity to piece together any solid rational thoughts of any real value, let alone abstract concepts. Also, the thoughts and opinions expressed within this post do not reflect Yserbius.org or it's owner's viewpoints or opinions, and in fact such posts are only barely tolerated because Bones carries a +25 flaming dragon broadsword