Kadaju cringed at the lingering scent of booze that tainted the air, while he admired his master piece. Blood drenched every little piece of the bar he stood in, dead bodies of fools littering the ground and the surrounding area. “Pathetic.” He muttered effortlessly. “They didn’t even put up a fight… how dull.” The male sighed in frustration, stepping over severed limbs, heading towards the exit. “I need more… I need more victims to kill.”
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 05:51:51 +0000
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