Re: Graverobber Application
Sample ((It's so LAME >_<)):
The night was dark and surprisingly still for such a city as this. The Graverobber kept his footsteps light, using the shadows to his advantage. Though the sluts seemed rather quiet, the REPO Men surely roamed, moving on to their next victims. The scent of the deceased grew prominent, greeting the man’s nose in the most pleasant of manners. Such a plethora of bodies in this graveyard! Where to start, where to start! There was the late Robert Nerium (rest his soul), the now gone Patricia Mahoney (peace be with her), the young Adam McGibbon (a sorry soul), and so on as the ocean of tombstones stretched onwards. Choices, choices.
At long last, the Graverobber took his shovel and sunk it carefully into the hardening dirt. Pile by pile he made his way to the rotting coffin beneath, the familiar scent becoming stronger and stronger until he reached his spidery fingers towards the door and flung it open. The stench flung out in a wave, hitting the Graverobber like a hammer. This was a fresh one.
He could almost smell the Zydrate as he shoved the needle through the skull, pulling the sweet drug slowly and deliberately into the syringe. The blue light reflected into his eyes and off his deathly skin, illuminating him like a bringer of death. When the needle had collected as much as it could, the Graverobber carefully took out a little glass vial, filling it with the Zydrate. His eager eyes watched as it poured into the vial, liquid death turned into gold.
“Hello, beautiful,” his whisper was slight, but his grin was broad and sinister.