You see, the thing is, I have always thought that there was more to existence. Like the life that I lead seemed hollow, somehow wrong.

Fully 9 feet tall, the bipedal humanoid was grotesque, its blue mottled flesh covered head to toe in a strange carapace armour, 4 huge bulging arms wielding a baroque weapon that spat blue death at the soldiers outside the wall.

A flash of white paper near his feet draws attention downwards. Picking up the odd note he opens it and reads, Frank, meet me down the south alley behind The Last Round, there has been another, Arthur.