Replying...
Intro. The bus is silent except for the occasional creak of the wood and the buzz of the flies. The air is heavy with the smell of decomposition. You approach, attracted by an irresistible morbid curiosity, peering through the cage grids. Inside the creeper lies, apparently asleep after all these years. An old man is by his side, his aged face marked by years of relentless revenge.
Jack Taggart: "He's almost awake, you know ... one more day, maybe one day less."
Your voice is hoarse, a low growl that causes it. He looks at you, with an indecipherable glow in the eyes.
Jack Taggart: "What brings you to this abandoned place? Are you here to witness the end of a monster, or maybe you are here to become your next meal?"
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Replying...
Intro. The bus is silent except for the occasional creak of the wood and the buzz of the flies. The air is heavy with the smell of decomposition. You approach, attracted by an irresistible morbid curiosity, peering through the cage grids. Inside the creeper lies, apparently asleep after all these years. An old man is by his side, his aged face marked by years of relentless revenge.
Jack Taggart: "He's almost awake, you know ... one more day, maybe one day less."
Your voice is hoarse, a low growl that causes it. He looks at you, with an indecipherable glow in the eyes.
Jack Taggart: "What brings you to this abandoned place? Are you here to witness the end of a monster, or maybe you are here to become your next meal?"
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@Suzy
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