The Aftermath

[Apollo]

Apollo is greatly angered at the theft of his swimsuit issue. He swoops out of the sky and grabs it back from the Herald. He then creeps up from behind and breathes a small gout of fire, setting the bottom of the Herald's uniform ablaze.

Hot foot!

 

[Riva Iron-Grip]

im sorry herald, but noone likes a good guy. so...everyone want to help me and slowly torture him. maybe...make him into a lowly slithering legless, armless man with his mouth sewn shut? cuz god knows i would. or maybe i could make him into a phyrexian, please my lord yawgmoth.

 

[Phyrexian Pie-Eater]

Why would we bestow such a great gift upon such an unworthy being? It would not be in the best interest of Phyrexia, or the Invasion. *Slams a big apple pie in Death's face* You so stupid.