Ok, so no one pisses themselves (Particularly Blaze, jk.), here's the next segment while my mom is away and I don't have to read a tale of two cities, of which is 7331.
I sat down in my expensive couch which was bought from the distant site of Kongregate. I had always heard good things about the place, but I stayed loyal to the ArmorLand. Guess that shows how flamboyant I am, ya?
Skater had just finally gotten done with all of the board members, "Dammit," he said, grunting while doing so. "Ok, whoever is the traitor got off lucky today, but we'll see how you hold your stomach to the next round," Skater told the group. He walked into the cold air, and noticed a mouse hole. He scrunched his face and looked at it, "I thought mice were extinct, unless..." He looked to his left, then to his right, and kicked the hole in.
Behind it, there were mazzelhs, cute, green, little mazzelhs. "You little pieces of-" Skater took out a crowbar, which he had been using for combat since the Zombie incident of '09. "I'll kill all of you!" He yelled, breaking the rest of the wall down and smashing a few of the small mazzelhs. They're eyes flew out each time he hit them, and after the slaughter...well, it kinda looked like fluffymcfluffinstein (look it up on the games, it's a really bloody game where your a cat, bounce on mice, and they explode with a bunch of gore and guts) had just been there.
Skater walked away from the bloody mess, and a mazzelh had just meeped his final meep into the Messenger stone to Zophia, my faction. "Mazzelh #4559? Mazzelh #4559, come in! Damn," Zophia grunted, turning her head around. 'This dampers the plan...' she said. The mazzelh had told her that Strop was planning on recruiting Dank, but the "Syndicate" was going to intercept. She got no news of what the ghost user, or in such case, a wraith user with an abnormally large AP count had told the Syndicate.
Strop awoke, in a daze, as his blue eyes looked up at the night sky. He blinked, and looked at Danks home. "Where am I?" he asked, completely confused as to what bonked him and what might have happened before. He turned around, and saw something you don't see.....ever. It was the wraith account, in the form of a small female. It's mist and smoke rising from her hair, and her eyes a deep purple.
"You weren't supposed to wake up!" She scolded Strop, pointing her small, glowing white fingers at him.
"Who are you, little girl? Why do you haunt me?" Strop asked her, a little more confused than he should have.
"Me? I'm a wraith," She stopped and giggled a little, in a high pitched voice, "And your a silly donkey!" She smiled and giggled some more.
"I'm sorry little girl, but you shouldn't be here in the first place, this is a PG-13 community, and I'm sorry but I might have to ban you, especially since flaming is not tolerated," Strop explained to the small wraith, stern yet casual.
The little wraith giggled some more, "Heeheehee, you shouldn't ban your master little donkey," She giggled, and grew taller than before, into a full grown adult. Her small, smokey blouse was ripped off, showing an adult body with no clothes, but also no detail to the face or body, only showing the figure of a female. Somehow, Strop was strongly attracted anyways.
The wraith put out her finger, then pulled it back, gesturing for Strop to follow. Despite all of his efforts, he couldn't break free of this spell. "What...are...y-you doing???" Strop struggled to breathe, let alone speak.
The wraith had a womanly face, and chuckled, "Your going to come here, little donkey," She told the horse. Somehow, Strop still complied, and came closer. He eventually got no farther than 3 feet away from the wraith, and the figure wrapped her arms around him.
Screams and sounds of pain rung in Strops ears, but he couldn't pull away, she had him. "Now, this will hurt, alot" she giggled and stuck her hand into strops back, the screams started to echo into his ears until it finally got to his brain. Strop collapsed again, then got back up, with a malevolent smile. In a womans voice, he chuckled. "I'll get you Thoad." He laughed some more. Strops eyes were a crystalline purple, that of which would make the darkness itself cry.
