07-09-2023, 21:28:21 PM
Looks like the mortals have spoken. And yet it appears you choose to remain silent before your fate. Very well, I have no need for final words. I crave your soul.
The Ranger grasps his/her hands together before pulling his/her arms back as a hole rips open on the ground. Everyone looking down the hole sees green souls spinning around the inside as if they were in a blender. All the souls do is moan as a clawed skeletal hand snatches up Dorothy. She doesn't even fight it as it yanks her into the hole. All anyone can hear is her screams which get louder, all that mixed in with her flesh and bone getting torn apart. After a moment, the screams stop as the only audible sound is the ripping apart of her body before that too stops. A moment of silence passes before the ground starts rumbling. Cracks break through below everyone's feet. The earth trembles stronger before a geyser of blood, guts, bone, and fur launches up towards the sky. Followed by blood mist that gets over the survivors. The remains of Dorothy rain down everywhere, soaking everyone and everything in her bloody remains. The hole closes back up and appears as if the ground was never broken.
Right where the hole was, Dorothy's souls rises up. She looks at everyone there, wondering what's going on. And looking down at her body, now glowing blue and transparent, she is quick to figure out she's dead. She hollers to get someone's attention before dark souls rise from above the ground. They move toward Dorothy, pass through her ghostly body before they pull her back. She screams for help as the souls whisk her away from everyone. All for naught right before they all disappear. Dorothy now awaits her new torture as she is now another one for Agatha's collection.
You actually succeeded in finding one of my possessed this time. Dorothy was The Mask. But I implore you. I still have two more among you and they will destroy you all. Keep finding the possessed. We can weaken her... take her out...
The Ranger grasps his/her hands together before pulling his/her arms back as a hole rips open on the ground. Everyone looking down the hole sees green souls spinning around the inside as if they were in a blender. All the souls do is moan as a clawed skeletal hand snatches up Dorothy. She doesn't even fight it as it yanks her into the hole. All anyone can hear is her screams which get louder, all that mixed in with her flesh and bone getting torn apart. After a moment, the screams stop as the only audible sound is the ripping apart of her body before that too stops. A moment of silence passes before the ground starts rumbling. Cracks break through below everyone's feet. The earth trembles stronger before a geyser of blood, guts, bone, and fur launches up towards the sky. Followed by blood mist that gets over the survivors. The remains of Dorothy rain down everywhere, soaking everyone and everything in her bloody remains. The hole closes back up and appears as if the ground was never broken.
Right where the hole was, Dorothy's souls rises up. She looks at everyone there, wondering what's going on. And looking down at her body, now glowing blue and transparent, she is quick to figure out she's dead. She hollers to get someone's attention before dark souls rise from above the ground. They move toward Dorothy, pass through her ghostly body before they pull her back. She screams for help as the souls whisk her away from everyone. All for naught right before they all disappear. Dorothy now awaits her new torture as she is now another one for Agatha's collection.
You actually succeeded in finding one of my possessed this time. Dorothy was The Mask. But I implore you. I still have two more among you and they will destroy you all. Keep finding the possessed. We can weaken her... take her out...
I like bananas. They're yellow.