Originally I wanted to make the soul hunter's consumption of Bulgak's infernomancy whip thing to be a lot more splattery and horrid. I wanted it to look like a truly painful thing that signified a pain that cut deep into his very soul.
But, in the end, I got the chuckles at the thought of the soul hunter sucking it down like a piece of spaghetti. Maybe it's because I've been having leftover pasta for dinner over the last few nights. Maybe this is a case of life imitating art? Or at least art imitating dinner. Or maybe I just really like spaghetti.
However, I can neither confirm nor deny my belief in the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
That's all from me for now.