Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160303025043

'''"If you don't want me to call you Youth, then by all means, young one.. what is your name?" ''' Abernathy took a few steps back.. his hand instinctively treading for his weapon.. he didn't like to take chances with Mamono..

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The zombies didn't seem to be able to respond to his fear-inspiring aura.. they lacked the wit to do so. They kept squirming around on the ground, trying to get up.

"Miiiisterrrr...?" The now cleaner zombie called from within the bathroom. "Who... you talking to...?"

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Typically, yes, Undead did like to.. and there were plenty of their bodies strewn about.. they seemed withered and unmoving, though. A calm, ominous wind blew through the graveyard.. something around here was draining the Undead dry...