Posted 16 September 2009 - 05:45 PM
lynch scene as i am heading out soon.
They pushed him forward on his hands and knees, bloody streaks of gore streaking bloodily over gore patches of streky gore that bloodied the floor. he fell into a heap, seven faces staring down upon him with a judgement of doom upon their seven faces while the others pick their toenails, drank some wine and ate a small dog they had found earlier in the day. Sukul looked upon them all, mustering his thoughts and his voice to call forth the only curse he had ever learned in the glens and fifes and pipes and haggis strewn loch washed hills of bonny scotland where the internet was so poor it took half an hour to do anything, and sadly speaking was included under that heading.
They watched, and waited, and ate, and mused on his silence with somehting akin to lust of blood but more closely resembled indifference and boredom. Finally the words formed in sukuls mind, a curse of such devilish proportion he hadnt heard it since he was a nipper no bigger than a kipper in his mothers arms. a curse so deadly and damning that the last person to utter it, had almost ended all known existence, had caused the fall of the angels and had turn four pints of milk sour in their bottles.
"Be-" he finished with a splosh as a large hammer the size of four scottish houses appeared in the same space as his head and sent bloody sukul pieces in all directions.
"Wheres my fucking dog?" screamed pathshaper.
sukul is dead.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.