Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160304054744

"M y  m y . . . a r e n ' t  w e  a  b r u t i s h  o n e. A r e  y o u  s u r e  y o u  d o n ' t  h a v e  a n y t h i n g  b e t t e r  t o  d o . . . ? L i k e  s a y,  g o  a n d  g e t  l a i d ?  T h e r e ' s  a  l a r g e  n u m b e r  o f  n i g h t l y  w o m e n  t h a t  w o u l d  l o v e  t o  c o u r t  y o u..." A cold, firm gloved hand would grab his shoulder from behind. "Like me..." It was a vampire...

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With similar bullet stopping reflexes, the Wight blocked the crowbar with the back of her hand, feeling it slam against her face. Her guarding hand then grabbed the crowbar tightly, expecting to suck the spirit energy out of it... but nothing happened. She seemed confused. '''"What..? Couldn't afford a magic crowbar? Hm.. you could abandon this peasantry, if you'd have me." '''she winked at him.. but what was the other one up to? She didn't feel his presence... anywhere.

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The zombies nodded as their faces rose from the stew. Like the first, color seemed to return slightly.. but not that much.