P.S. thanks for all the Likes, folks! :) I aim to please.

Super fun, guys. I'll continue insinuating myself into your every broadcast. ;)

The ecstasy of death slowly draws Shaun into the darkness between servers.

Only he knows when and where next he will be incarnated.

Morrison's spirit will follow.

As the last moments of the Method tick away, so too does Shaun's fading pulse.

Caligula's dominance continues to permeate this fledgling community. These wolf-proven brothers are mere drones in the erection of his empire.

Shaun continues on, wracked by guilt over Paco's death. It is obvious in every shaking syllable that escapes his lips.

Morrison offers a flesh sacrifice: A naked man, prostrating himself in the coming dong--sorry, dawn.

Now separated from the group, Shaun is naked before the dark savagery of Caligula's backyard. Nursing his barely-concealed affection for Morrison, he happens upon epiphany like the shrill voice of feral crickets...

(hiremehiremehiremehireme)

... He will ignite a fire like an effigy of his heart.

Unfortunately Morrison has other concerns.

(Aw, thanks man! I'm having fun.)

As Paco emerges from the shadows to the chorus of crickets, he soon learns the cruel truth of Rust: Don't approach a campfire with a suspicious looking character model.

Soon his corpse is just another amidst the biological wreckage.

Caligula returns with an obvious deception about needing to go back to his house for something, but he has obviously made his judgment: Shaun is accepted into the herd.

Night has fallen. Caligula has disappeared into his house, quietly observing his companions as they nourish the wolf with their exposed meaty asses.