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12/20/2015 4:17:02 AM
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Many corpses hang from the ceiling, but the blood trail leaves to one. It hovers two inches off the ground.
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[b]He approaches it, looking at it[/b]
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It is Nate's corpse. He is hung by a makeshift loose. His eyes are rolled all the way up and Nate's tongue hangs out of his mouth.
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[b]Filled with pure rage, he puts the corpse down on the ground, and kneels before it, thinking to himself [/b]"I will fūcking destroy whatever did this"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/20/2015 12:48:27 PMSomething stands behind you. It's long horns glisten from the downpour and it grumbles slightly.
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[b]He turns, smiling because this is all to familiar to the hints of his youth, and he looks at the beast head to toe, getting whatever he can in it; strengths, weaknesses, etc.[/b]
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Blood trips from the corner of its mouth. It is a lion, standing on its hind legs; its horns glisten and look as sharp as razors. From what JT can see, it has 12 sets of needle thin, extremely sharp teeth (possibly more sets). It stands 10" wide and 12" tall, snarling. It clenches its fists.
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[b]He clenches his fists, looking back to see what Nate had on his corpse that could be useful in the fight[/b]
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He had a spear.
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[b]He picks up the spear, readying himself[/b]
