12-06-2018, 02:30 PM
Holy shit. Amparo watched with eyes the size of saucers, flinching back when the floor of the wastes came alive with something writhing and horrible. Does it just do that with flesh offerings? she wondered. If I dropped a coin in, do I get a dance, too? The wildcat scampered close to the edge of the outcropping, peering downward to search for any evidence of what remained.
“[color=#6babb3]Yo-You got any, uh, a-any more? C-Can you do, do, do it uh, aga-gain?” She asked. Whatever ceremonial weight this occasion carried was lost on her, as was the tragedy. Amparo wasn’t in the business of appeasing gods or anything, but watching whatever that thing was that consumed the poor sap was cool.
“[color=#6babb3]Yo-You got any, uh, a-any more? C-Can you do, do, do it uh, aga-gain?” She asked. Whatever ceremonial weight this occasion carried was lost on her, as was the tragedy. Amparo wasn’t in the business of appeasing gods or anything, but watching whatever that thing was that consumed the poor sap was cool.
[glow=black,2,400]and if you need to curse my name, curse me good[/glow]
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