Who: Spade What: Kidnapping and Torture When: Early Afternoon Where: The Collection Open to: All Being Kidnapped Rating: Starting at a R rating for violence and language Warnings: There will be violence regarding personal safety and torture. Possible blood and gore. Strong and obscene language.
Too often he had to move and leave behind that which he took the time to create. His treasures and keepsakes have been lost to events full of those who could not appreciate the beauty he found within his collections, his creations. He was not a casual collector. The hunt for the perfect addition to his group of keepsakes was intense and focused. Those chosen were a fulfillment of his creative image and a lot of thought to how they worked within the whole once the collection was finished.
His Mom always joked that she was all for "calling a spade a spade" when she named him, but it was thanks to her that he started his collection and for his love of cards. Sometimes when he was watching for the next to join him he would play cards. He found sitting and playing solitaire gave people the sense that he was there for something other than the serious business of choosing, for selecting the perfect addition. It also focused his desires and creative urges into the proper process to hone the new additions for their placement. Ah, the artist in him was thrilled to get to work.
Nothing was left to chance, though he was always happy when he found a surprising new piece. That is why today was such a delight. He had found a new place filled with so many unusual things. How he got here was a bit confusing, but after watching the events around him he knew he was going to like his new location. It offered such unique opportunities. The first to join his collection had been chosen and would be delivered later today. He felt like a boy on Christmas morning again waiting for his new toys to be unwrapped and explored. Starting to collect once more was a joy he had missed.
It was a beautiful day full of possibilities. He was eagerly awaiting the pleading and screams of the new pieces as they got adjusted. Just had to remember to pick up more cleaning supplies to keep everything tidy during the process. Too much blood gets spilled when they struggle against his changing them into the treasure they would become, and his Mom always said to clean up his messes or he would not be able to keep his toys. She was a wise woman.