Thursday, October 23, 2008
He makes his way through the graveyard without incident. He stands in front of a small church.
"They said to come here, now what?," he asks himself.
He jerks up as he smells a horrid stench. It reminds him of old vomit, an outhouse, and of rotting flesh all at the same time.
Something is approaching him from behind.
[ ] longsword
[ ] crossbow
[ ] revolver
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