Pie Angel
no, no. I am not vampire. I am angel of holy deity. Can you not be see my halo of holy lightningsaix?
We seen a lot of **** in my years as a hunter, but that was definitely one of the most surreal moments in my life. The bloodsucker stood there, ignoring
the bodies around him and gore dripping from his hand, and carefully leaned back and forth in an effort to keep his head between me and the lantern. To
this day I' m not sure if he was insane ocaust had no idea how bad a liar he was, but either way it was an absolutely absurd experience. Morbid curiosity
seized me: instead of firing my crossbow, I decided to see how far this would go, and asked about the blood on his hand.
Blood?’ What blood? Uh thiers isse not blood- less... asses.... and jellyneau. I wages be making pissess of fruitless.
I nodded my head towards the bodies around him, and asked if they were covered with "Jam" because they' d been helping with the pies. Blood kept
dripping from the vampire' s fingers as he pondered.
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but they become tired of cookery and falling asleep.... .... they pray to holy deity of for help with
I am dec endboss down from place of heavenly to miracle for faith.
I suggested that they looked a bit more dead than sleepy, which prompted a "No, no, " and he waved his bloody hand towards the nearest
corpse- The thing shambled upward with it' s head flopping around on it' s shredded neck. it moaned: "Pie..- angel-.. make, pie-. tired-.." and fell back
to the ground-
It was just about the most horn ble and hilarious thing I' d ever seen. The yam pire nodded to himself as the corpse collapsed, and then met my eyes and
grinned at me like he' d scored a major point in a debate. I could only stare.
I please you leave now. pies must be cookery before night is end. Come back when is day and may you be eat
some with your mouth.
Anyway, that' s when I got tired of the charade and shot him. There wasn' t any grand battle, he was so wound up in the story that he wasn' t even ready
to dodge or transform. The stake got him right in the heart and he dusted
No amazing swordplay, no devious tricks and traps, and no scars to show the ladies: just Still though, I remember that crazy bloodsucker
better than any other We killed-
We seen a lot of **** in my years as a hunter, but that was definitely one of the most surreal moments in my life. The bloodsucker stood there, ignoring
the bodies around him and gore dripping from his hand, and carefully leaned back and forth in an effort to keep his head between me and the lantern. To
this day I' m not sure if he was insane ocaust had no idea how bad a liar he was, but either way it was an absolutely absurd experience. Morbid curiosity
seized me: instead of firing my crossbow, I decided to see how far this would go, and asked about the blood on his hand.
Blood?’ What blood? Uh thiers isse not blood- less... asses.... and jellyneau. I wages be making pissess of fruitless.
I nodded my head towards the bodies around him, and asked if they were covered with "Jam" because they' d been helping with the pies. Blood kept
dripping from the vampire' s fingers as he pondered.
File: hunterrox (74 KB, )
but they become tired of cookery and falling asleep.... .... they pray to holy deity of for help with
I am dec endboss down from place of heavenly to miracle for faith.
I suggested that they looked a bit more dead than sleepy, which prompted a "No, no, " and he waved his bloody hand towards the nearest
corpse- The thing shambled upward with it' s head flopping around on it' s shredded neck. it moaned: "Pie..- angel-.. make, pie-. tired-.." and fell back
to the ground-
It was just about the most horn ble and hilarious thing I' d ever seen. The yam pire nodded to himself as the corpse collapsed, and then met my eyes and
grinned at me like he' d scored a major point in a debate. I could only stare.
I please you leave now. pies must be cookery before night is end. Come back when is day and may you be eat
some with your mouth.
Anyway, that' s when I got tired of the charade and shot him. There wasn' t any grand battle, he was so wound up in the story that he wasn' t even ready
to dodge or transform. The stake got him right in the heart and he dusted
No amazing swordplay, no devious tricks and traps, and no scars to show the ladies: just Still though, I remember that crazy bloodsucker
better than any other We killed-
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