The smell grew stronger. He breathed deeply, he had smelt death before...but he had never smelt it as much as this, it seemed to over whelm his senses. He snarled...the smell...it was approaching from behind him, quickly too. Tobias thought about how he could react, he could not draw his guns for fear of being shot by a patrolling Mudokon. He looked down, a lengthy stick was propped up against a small hut...it was a broom. Grabbing it Tobias swung around sharply.
Tobias: "Ahhh...so your the creature leaving this...smell around."
The creature growled from under its hood. Tobias smiled coldly, lifting the stick to the opposing creatures throat.
Tobias: "Now, now...be nice...we wouldn't want anything...un-toward to happen now do we?"
Dementa: "Ditto."
She tensed her claws slowly, Tobias noticed this and decided not to prolong the tension any more.
Tobias: "What do you want...?"
His cold, steely eyes bored into the creature, awaiting a response.
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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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