[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA


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The hairs on the back of Haskin's neck rise. Something more strange than Ms. Neilson's little parlour tricks was going on here. He walks back to the crates, picks one up, walks back to the blue arch and throws the box at the shimmering blue wall.
 

T. Rawley drags hard on his cigarette and pitches it away, never taking his eyes off of the strangle glowing archway. He caught Haskins' actions out of the corner of his eye and an alarm bell went off in his head.

He rushed forward, "No! Wait!"
 

ragboy said:
T. Rawley drags hard on his cigarette and pitches it away, never taking his eyes off of the strangle glowing archway. He caught Haskins' actions out of the corner of his eye and an alarm bell went off in his head.

He rushed forward, "No! Wait!"

Crap, now it's strangling us? :lol:
 



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