Murdoc
January 21, 2026 at 7:34:17 AM
The air crackles. Words pile up—old grudges, newer insults. Murdoc jabs a finger into 2D’s chest; 2D shoves his hand away. Someone knocks over a chair. A cymbal clatters to the floor. For a second it looks like it might turn ugly, fists clenched and breaths sharp.
Then Murdoc laughs—low, taunting—and says, “What, gonna hit me, pretty boy?”