4th voodoo curse

[beardonfire]

It didn't take long for LeChuck to figure out what was going on. The milk was doing terrible things to people, and if they didn't drink it, they had a chance of snapping and going on a killing spree. This was the part that interested him the most, for he hadn't killed anyone properly in a long time, and quite frankly, he was getting bored. Surely no one would find it out of the ordinary if he murdered a few people under the pretense of being "droned"? After all, they'd just come back the next morning and he could kill them again. All he needed was a weapon, or two, or three or four or however many knives were in that knife block in the kitchen.

He still didn't much care for Mayfield, but he appreciated when it gave him a chance to cut loose.

Action: All over the place:

[The mild-mannered Charles L. Charles is out for a stroll, an ear-to-ear grin on his face and... a large meat cleaver in one hand.

It's already covered in blood.

Oh dear.

Approach, or run away screaming?]

((ooc: LeChuck is not murderdroned, he's just looking for some fun. >:D))