Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jul 31, 2015 15:00:41 GMT -5
The abdomination arose at noon after working the graveyard shift. It's bloated body turned as it's heavily spider veined right foot made contact with the cold floor while the scar on it's left knee radiated a dull crimson hue. The creature donned attire coloured a deep midnight black with the only other distinguishable colour was the word "Garrett" printed across its ball hat in a bold gold. The hat covered a bald palate with only unruly wisps of grey wire jutting out from underneath the hat at impossible angles. The face! The face was unshaven and looked like the business end of a medieval one handed flail. The deep pools of its eyes were like a stagnate pool surrounded by pulsating red veins.
Limping towards the spare bedroom in a true Quasimodo gait the effigy of a human being lovingly picked a Freedom 3 Plus from his arsenal of detectors. Metamorphosis! The thing was instantly transformed into an animal obsessed with a longing as the blood in it's dark heart swelled with a desire, a vacant calling. One that could only be quelled by.........by quota!
Nogo Sojo was fired up. As if it were possessed it headed towards the nearest field. A field for the living and active not the undead and dieing. The transformed began to swing his F3P in a slow, morbid and deliberate unyielding arch. Like the bells of St Mary's ringing , summoning mourners to a funeral the bell tone of the F3P rang. A lesche tool flashed with it's serrated blade plunging into the earth. A twisting of the blade ejected a plug. An unholy plug with a bare silver skeleton hand reaching out, skyward ....enticing the digger, driving him into a near catatonic state. A scream formed in the throat and lips of the digger but would not escape.
(cleaned and straightened using the Navy Davy pool cue system and weighing in at 11.4 grams)
released from the curse of the Hand of Goth the coil did once again swing in it's predetermined pattern. Quota was had. Balance restored. On the trip home a stop at PetroCan was required to give Nojo some life blood. Therre laying next to the pump was a $20 bill that helped fill Nojo's thirst! Quasimodo returned to his dark, foreboding abode and suffered in solitude.
The omnium quota included plus 12 @ $6.79, a junker ring, button, softball medal, a defunct bridge token, 20 cent Euro coin, a key, a super hero pin and a "sisters' kids locket.
Limping towards the spare bedroom in a true Quasimodo gait the effigy of a human being lovingly picked a Freedom 3 Plus from his arsenal of detectors. Metamorphosis! The thing was instantly transformed into an animal obsessed with a longing as the blood in it's dark heart swelled with a desire, a vacant calling. One that could only be quelled by.........by quota!
Nogo Sojo was fired up. As if it were possessed it headed towards the nearest field. A field for the living and active not the undead and dieing. The transformed began to swing his F3P in a slow, morbid and deliberate unyielding arch. Like the bells of St Mary's ringing , summoning mourners to a funeral the bell tone of the F3P rang. A lesche tool flashed with it's serrated blade plunging into the earth. A twisting of the blade ejected a plug. An unholy plug with a bare silver skeleton hand reaching out, skyward ....enticing the digger, driving him into a near catatonic state. A scream formed in the throat and lips of the digger but would not escape.
(cleaned and straightened using the Navy Davy pool cue system and weighing in at 11.4 grams)
released from the curse of the Hand of Goth the coil did once again swing in it's predetermined pattern. Quota was had. Balance restored. On the trip home a stop at PetroCan was required to give Nojo some life blood. Therre laying next to the pump was a $20 bill that helped fill Nojo's thirst! Quasimodo returned to his dark, foreboding abode and suffered in solitude.
The omnium quota included plus 12 @ $6.79, a junker ring, button, softball medal, a defunct bridge token, 20 cent Euro coin, a key, a super hero pin and a "sisters' kids locket.