This is a tale of sadistic addiction, of pure malevolence and psychotic bloodshed. In the far northern reaches of Bezogia lies a frozen and hostile landscape inhabited by the deeply terrifying Green Freezogi. They, like many other breeds of Bezogi, enjoy the thrill of the kill but with a twist, they are absolutely, totally and utterly hooked on the noxious gasses encased within the blocks that reside deep within the tundra. When mined, the blocks release a potent gas which when inhaled, sends the Freezogi into a hyperactive psychotic state, filling them with power, unholy stamina and the maddening desire to inhale more gas. The Freezogi are no strangers to the pickaxe and keep their spare blocks safe in the bank of Cold Storage, ready to buy more gas to be sucked deep into their foul lungs.
“He pressed down on the trigger and deeply inhaled the sickening fumes of gas spraying directly down his throat, his eyes rolled all the way back, snapping back into focus with unholy power. Shivering and shaking with rage he muttered, oooooh, it’s going to be a lovely day!”