highlandsflyer
Retro Wizard
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"Are you testing me Satan?"
Well, I managed to survive with my life after taking up your challenge to retrieve the collection of metal tubes welded together. My heart quickened as I reached the rather dilapidated lair of the fledgling, future serial killer. He invited me in, I faltered again but continued into the cave, following the shaven headed creature into the bowels of it's lair. I was prepared to do battle with the fiend, I had seen it's eBay items bought and was suitably ready for any onslaught.
"Hear it is", it growled, it's guttural tone ringing about my ears. Was that blood flying from its rabid maw or was it incensed spittle driven unhindered by the heaving and murderous breath? The dim lighting reflected the bald head of the Nosferatu creature, my every breath caught short with the heavy sense of increased adrenaline, waiting...waiting to receive that claw across my head or the familiar "pinch" of a needle and the searing sensation of some numbing concoction. Waiting to awake, bound in eBay bought bondage rope and a semen stained, tattered copy of "Bondage For Dummies" lying open on the sofa.
I grasped the collection of oddly welded tubes and they rang in the air as I clasped them to my body, sounding like empty bottles being blown across by a rather dull child, while attempting a graveyard in the moonlight.
"He'll be delighted with this, he just back from a trip in Scotland" I mumbled awkwardly. "Oh right, well thanks for coming" the beast uttered, sounding like the incantation of some hideous black ritual.
I turned and walked, not so fast as to alert it to my anxiety, but not slowly enough for it to catch me, while taking in the foul stench of whatever butchered carcass lay turning in the recess of the microwave, the remains of some previous eBay related interloper, I have no doubt.
Out, out I fled, out into the street, knowing I was safe, I got into my conveyance and started off. I looked back and saw the grinning skull face, leering at me from the entrance to it's layer, waving it's clawed hand in "a right gay manner"
So, my dear friend, your item is here with me, snatched from the jaws of death. I know only one thing from this quest. I shall not be returning there.
I'm a bit disappointed he didn't try it on with me, I mean, whateva, his loss man.
Well, I managed to survive with my life after taking up your challenge to retrieve the collection of metal tubes welded together. My heart quickened as I reached the rather dilapidated lair of the fledgling, future serial killer. He invited me in, I faltered again but continued into the cave, following the shaven headed creature into the bowels of it's lair. I was prepared to do battle with the fiend, I had seen it's eBay items bought and was suitably ready for any onslaught.
"Hear it is", it growled, it's guttural tone ringing about my ears. Was that blood flying from its rabid maw or was it incensed spittle driven unhindered by the heaving and murderous breath? The dim lighting reflected the bald head of the Nosferatu creature, my every breath caught short with the heavy sense of increased adrenaline, waiting...waiting to receive that claw across my head or the familiar "pinch" of a needle and the searing sensation of some numbing concoction. Waiting to awake, bound in eBay bought bondage rope and a semen stained, tattered copy of "Bondage For Dummies" lying open on the sofa.
I grasped the collection of oddly welded tubes and they rang in the air as I clasped them to my body, sounding like empty bottles being blown across by a rather dull child, while attempting a graveyard in the moonlight.
"He'll be delighted with this, he just back from a trip in Scotland" I mumbled awkwardly. "Oh right, well thanks for coming" the beast uttered, sounding like the incantation of some hideous black ritual.
I turned and walked, not so fast as to alert it to my anxiety, but not slowly enough for it to catch me, while taking in the foul stench of whatever butchered carcass lay turning in the recess of the microwave, the remains of some previous eBay related interloper, I have no doubt.
Out, out I fled, out into the street, knowing I was safe, I got into my conveyance and started off. I looked back and saw the grinning skull face, leering at me from the entrance to it's layer, waving it's clawed hand in "a right gay manner"
So, my dear friend, your item is here with me, snatched from the jaws of death. I know only one thing from this quest. I shall not be returning there.
I'm a bit disappointed he didn't try it on with me, I mean, whateva, his loss man.
