And what I thought to be an angel of the lord lifted me from the fires of Hell to lead me into my own soul, a chamber black as pitch. As she chanted I felt no fear, only a comforting confusion as my undeath was placed in the hands of another. And through her crooked teeth she bade me, "Step lightly on this world of men as they tremble beneath the vastness of your shifting vision. For you are now a portal, one that looks upon the chambers of the Angel of Death." And as I rise and descend upon the Valley, so too will the righteous in a dance on shifting soil. Soil blackened by the trampling of a score of dark souls, paving transcendental ways to change the black to red. ... yes, Kersey Valley Spookywoods is starting early...
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 19:25:48 +0000
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