09-25-2018, 07:31 PM
Snowflakes would begin to fall soon, and before they knew it, Tanglewood would crumble faster than it was already - numbers-wise, at least, for Morgan had been making some pretty significant advances to support this place’s future. Concerning the initial statement, however, it was not a pessimistic approach to it, noting the drastic decrease in activity by notable figures in these parts, but a realistic one. And with winter coming, that mausoleum would be holding more cadavers than the count of those alive who built it. What did Leroy have to get himself through the winter? Why, little to no options. His house was a complete mess, still unclean from that fateful night when the whisky bottle was in a too convenient location, hence he’d have to rely on others’ support for that freezing season, for there was no way the mutt could get by on his own. The only reasonable alternative he had was the warmth of... another.
Shut up. Winter was not for another three months. By then, Morgan would have built a fucking skyscraper for all of them to live in. "You’re doin’ great!" he’d howl in jubilation and support, before trailing the boss-man to the future site of the mausoleum.
Shut up. Winter was not for another three months. By then, Morgan would have built a fucking skyscraper for all of them to live in. "You’re doin’ great!" he’d howl in jubilation and support, before trailing the boss-man to the future site of the mausoleum.