Trust no one.
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:09 pm
Bloodthirsty...
People can be infamous, infamous for making the moment interesting.
On a night longing for bloodshed three murderers set out looking for heads and loot to collect.
Happy Face the Guild-master, Lucky McMagnus, and Voldemort.
They roamed the dungeons and graveyards looking for soon-to-be-corpses.
Several locations were checked but it seems only murderers and thieves were on the prowl.
This night was going to be as dull as a blade of a newb.
The men headed out, hands unscathed, but minds on edge. The thirst, was growing.
One new to the guild Voldemort, could see thee frustration building in his guild mate Lucky's eyes,
you could almost say Voldemort was starting to fear the anger dwelling within his brigand friends eyes.
Taking a moment to contemplate plans in their lair, the men grew restless...but to their eyes,
two villainous individuals were spotted in the distance. Fellow murderers, looking for a group to unleash the bloodshed.
To trust, or not to trust, that is the question.
It seemed these new brigand-travelers had heard of the Guild-master. Their names being Wildchild and eyedea,
both interested in joining the guild.
Agreed to hunt together the group set out.
Recalling locations using sorcery they hunted, and hunted, but to no prevail.
Frustration...how is one to get a good nights sleep without a little death in his night?
It seemed these recruitees would not satisfy the needs of the guild, and that being known,
rendered them useless. With a laugh of evil the Murderer known as Lucky McMagnus charged the two men,
without a care in the world.
Lucky McMagnus unleashed his wrath, his battle ax impaling down on his victims heads, cutting them clean off.
Taking them on two versus one as if they were infants, Wildchild, and eyedea were cut down to size.
Boredom cured. Bloodshed fulfilled. Decision of recruiting the men to the guild. Decided upon death.
There is a moral to the story. Murderers murder Murderers. Trust no one.
People can be infamous, infamous for making the moment interesting.
On a night longing for bloodshed three murderers set out looking for heads and loot to collect.
Happy Face the Guild-master, Lucky McMagnus, and Voldemort.
They roamed the dungeons and graveyards looking for soon-to-be-corpses.
Several locations were checked but it seems only murderers and thieves were on the prowl.
This night was going to be as dull as a blade of a newb.
The men headed out, hands unscathed, but minds on edge. The thirst, was growing.
One new to the guild Voldemort, could see thee frustration building in his guild mate Lucky's eyes,
you could almost say Voldemort was starting to fear the anger dwelling within his brigand friends eyes.
Taking a moment to contemplate plans in their lair, the men grew restless...but to their eyes,
two villainous individuals were spotted in the distance. Fellow murderers, looking for a group to unleash the bloodshed.
To trust, or not to trust, that is the question.
It seemed these new brigand-travelers had heard of the Guild-master. Their names being Wildchild and eyedea,
both interested in joining the guild.
Agreed to hunt together the group set out.
Recalling locations using sorcery they hunted, and hunted, but to no prevail.
Frustration...how is one to get a good nights sleep without a little death in his night?
It seemed these recruitees would not satisfy the needs of the guild, and that being known,
rendered them useless. With a laugh of evil the Murderer known as Lucky McMagnus charged the two men,
without a care in the world.
Lucky McMagnus unleashed his wrath, his battle ax impaling down on his victims heads, cutting them clean off.
Taking them on two versus one as if they were infants, Wildchild, and eyedea were cut down to size.
Boredom cured. Bloodshed fulfilled. Decision of recruiting the men to the guild. Decided upon death.
There is a moral to the story. Murderers murder Murderers. Trust no one.