Pyranoa has a habit of creeping up behind you and grasping your neck in his huge hands. You feel his fingertips find your jugular and start to squeeze. You reflexively draw a breath and then can no longer breathe. You struggle. He grips harder. You turn blue. He let's go, laughs heartily, slaps you on the back. walks away. You mutter a curse.
1 comment:
I wouldn't mind introducing him to some people I know...lol
NIce patina btw.
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