Two words at a time!

[TheDriver]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread.

[Kingscrab]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

[TheNewMoo]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... My eternal

[Serban]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... My eternal will

[Kingscrab]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee

[Subjukator]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans

[Leosam096]

owling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toliet

[Leosam096]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

He laughed

[Leosam096]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

He laughed as if

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

He laughed as if there was

[Leosam096]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

He laughed as if there was something funny

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"... my eternal will shall thee float Titans above my crowned toilet seat evermore."

He laughed as if there was something funny in what

[Kingscrab]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee

(Let's try this again guys... :concern: )

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever.

(Let's try this again guys... :concern: ) Sry, couldnt resist.

[Leosam096]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear

[Leosam096]

Default Re: Two words at a time!
Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

Thus he

[Leosam096]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

Thus he, in fright,

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

Thus he, in fright, rose his

[Kingscrab]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

In fright, arose the hidden man.

[Frattimonde]

Howling wolves filled the distant landscape as the moonlight cast shadows across the wind swept hill. Infront of the graveyard, stood the mortician, smoking his last Winston.

"Death is interesting to a certain degree if you've never experienced it."

Smoke rose through the air, as tombstones stood majestically; Silently guarding. The mortician slowly walked towards the freshly killed woman. Her neck, opened wide, had several beetles eating her exposed windpipe. They proceeded to eat her tongue. This woman seemed rather emaciated, as her body was engulfed with more blood than what would count as normal. Obviously, such a body was almost completely unrecognizable. It had begun to decompose, dark magic surging from its flesh. Suddenly, from the shadows, a ghostly form approached the mortician. He smiled sadistically.

"Good Evening... I'm honored to finally meet you."

Another man, hidden, moved silently around the tombstones, watching the two. He clutched the large black tome, shivering. He couldn't seem to remember feeling so cold before. Evil powers must have been entering his mind. Urging himself onwards, he prayed; letting the word of God fill his thoughts.

"Why have you summoned me to this unpleasant, vile, repulsive, and disgusting, vermin trap?"

Smirking, the mortician answered ominously, "I didn't expect you to arrive."

"Your sacrifice has been adequate. I assume you have a task for me. Why else would you have dared my wrath?"

The mortician slowly rose from the mangled remains of the corpse. "To the painful end you will serve me. You shall be my servant and..."

He paused; The feeling that watchful eyes were amongst them, secretly and menacingly, filled him with dread. Cautiously, he resumed;

"...my eternal will shall thee obey forever. Every being will fear my might!"

In fright, arose the hidden man. He spoke: