GambolMuse
IluvtojiMark - Junkyard
Day X
Mark happily whistled away, tapping his feet to a tune in his mind. Smoothly slicing away at the delicacy, knife twirling around in his hand. Behind him was a nice open fire, flames brightly dancing along with him. "Here ya go, boy!" said Mark cheerfully as he tossed a treat to his Rottweiler. The dog excitedly jumped up and down as it pounced on it's awesome treat. A human eyeball.
There was a slight gurgling as the body moved. Well actually, tried to. All tendons had been severed. "Oh hush..." said Mark before he continued to whistle.
"Din din boys!" shouted Mark as he pulled the plastic sheet plus body off the table and onto the floor. A number of viscious dogs poured in and chomped away at their primate buffet, tearing away at the organs. The dogs did so love buffet night.
Turning on the TV, Mark leaned back and sighed as he watched soccer. The clothes had just about been burned away. On the table to his side was a healthy serving of bangers and mash and well as a nice and juicy meat burger (he had teriyaki breast last night). Well what? The buttocks were the best for this! Waste not want not.
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Mark - Alexei's place
Next Day
Mark arrived in the lobby, having recently got news of last night's fires. Trident's name had been going around recently, but frankly, Mark wasn't that impressed. Everyone here was still human. And humans die. Of course, now there was the point of how to make the dying happen. Which he supposed was the purpose of today's meeting.
Seeing Arina, Chris and Kuai in the lobby, Mark gave a curt nod, though in his mind he was personally going through possible ways of bringing down Pitchforks. Yes. Pitchforks.
Day X
Mark happily whistled away, tapping his feet to a tune in his mind. Smoothly slicing away at the delicacy, knife twirling around in his hand. Behind him was a nice open fire, flames brightly dancing along with him. "Here ya go, boy!" said Mark cheerfully as he tossed a treat to his Rottweiler. The dog excitedly jumped up and down as it pounced on it's awesome treat. A human eyeball.
There was a slight gurgling as the body moved. Well actually, tried to. All tendons had been severed. "Oh hush..." said Mark before he continued to whistle.
"Din din boys!" shouted Mark as he pulled the plastic sheet plus body off the table and onto the floor. A number of viscious dogs poured in and chomped away at their primate buffet, tearing away at the organs. The dogs did so love buffet night.
Turning on the TV, Mark leaned back and sighed as he watched soccer. The clothes had just about been burned away. On the table to his side was a healthy serving of bangers and mash and well as a nice and juicy meat burger (he had teriyaki breast last night). Well what? The buttocks were the best for this! Waste not want not.
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Mark - Alexei's place
Next Day
Mark arrived in the lobby, having recently got news of last night's fires. Trident's name had been going around recently, but frankly, Mark wasn't that impressed. Everyone here was still human. And humans die. Of course, now there was the point of how to make the dying happen. Which he supposed was the purpose of today's meeting.
Seeing Arina, Chris and Kuai in the lobby, Mark gave a curt nod, though in his mind he was personally going through possible ways of bringing down Pitchforks. Yes. Pitchforks.
