Thursday, February 2, 2012

Shadow of the Beast


Somewhere in the Steel League, 5889:

“So your town is cursed, you say?”

“A demon or god makes its burrow beneath our town. It rises once a year, and everywhere it’s shadow falls turns as cold as the bitterest winter. The Natives use to placate it, somehow.  We've been less successful."

“Have you tried to kill it before?”

“Several times--and failed. Other hired adventurers. The old meat locker was made into a makeshift tomb if you’ve like to see--”

“That won’t be necessary. Two questions, Mister Mayor: Do you have enough in the town treasury to cover our fee--and do you have any dynamite hereabouts?

7 comments:

The Angry Lurker said...

You can never have enough dynamite.....

Tim Shorts said...

Mister Mayor, never pay it all up front. It never ends well when you do.

Sean Robson said...

Happy Groundhog day to you, too!

Bard said...

Run for your lives! It's the Punxsutawnus Rex!

Trey said...

@Angry Lurker - A truism worth engraving on a tombstone.

@Tim - Yeah. You'd think he wouldn've learned by now.

@Sea - And too you too!

@Bard - He's a groundhog that covers a lot more ground.

Pierce said...

Hire Bill Murray to deal with it.

garrisonjames said...

Nice...and sure to lead to some very loud noises. Fun Stuff!