Talk:Wight/@comment-222.129.60.79-20200114032636/@comment-222.129.62.66-20200121031835

One day a wight holding a flag，leading a large horde of fellows, there are normal zombies, jiangshis, liches, etc. They walk through your lawn. wight:Hey girls. The owner of the house forgot his damn intractable plants! What a good chance! Let's get him. fellow zombies:Yes!But why there are lawnmowers placed on the end of the lawn? wight:Unnn…I don't know. but these don't matter. Our target is the handsome boy in the house, not the lawnmowers. fellow zombies:Ok. Let it be. Suddenly one of the lawnmowers dashed directly to the undeads. wight:Oh no! run hurry! fellow zombies(screaming when running away):HEEELLLLP!!!! The wight trying to block the lawnmower with her ghostly claws, but it's not so effective… Days later in the undead quarters. The wight have finally woke, in her bed. fellow zombies:Are you alright? How about your wound? wight:It still hurt badly. you know, I have broke my arms, completely…OUCHHHH!!!My arms are killing me!Ahhhhhhh… Thus all of the undead learnt that, they should never to get close to the house of a non-necrophilia man…