The most horrible thing Brother Tom can do to you and me, personally, is to make us realize we might actually agree with him about something. Mission accomplished? Even he has standards, anyway.

You might challenge his comments here because of how berserking seems to work. There’ve been certain occasions where berserkers have kept attacking despite sustaining what seem to be mortal wounds, and they die instantly after their fit is over. “He’s already dead, he just doesn’t know it yet!” But Brother Tom seems to feel that such cases are the last flaring of life’s spark in the service of death, that still breathing means still living, and he may have a point.

Best comment, by biggmac: The neck is sexy, sensitive and makes the owner squeal when kissed or nibbled. What’s wrong with being a neck romancer?