Stalking...
Tobias watched from afar. His scope on his gun acted as binoculours allowing him to see every detail up close. A sinister smile spread across his face as he pulled the scope away from his eye.
Tobias: "Show time...ahem..."
He pulled out a small hand gun and shot himself in the leg with it, black blood spattered into the ground. His growl seemed to rumble through his body and up his vocal co-ords before echoeing into a menacing screech. His hands clasped his wound and he staggered forward, dropping the fire-arm.
Tobias: "Help...HELP ME...!! PLEASE!!"
He staggered towards the creatures up ahead of him, his arm out-stretched while his other grasped the bloodied wound.
"H-Help..."
He gasped his last breath...before dropping down...seemingly unconcious.
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America: So soaked in Religion its seething with Sin.
"In Heaven all the interesting people are missing" - Friedrich Nietzsche
"America is the most grandiose experiment the world has seen, but, I am afraid, it is not going to be a success." - Sigmund Freud
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