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... there was an awful noise coming from the yard. I ventured out with my torch and blade, one that is fashioned from the infinity steel from the fabled Ohio Shires, to see what the commotion was.
I peered into the darkness from whence the sound was emanating. My eyes straining hard to see what was in the garden. I caught sight of a black wetness, slithering amongst bushes. My skin paled and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It took all my strength to hold my protective hound back from the horror in the darkness.
I dashed inside to fetch my image capturing device in the hope I would record an impression of the fell thing lurking in the yard. Fearing for my life, I ventured outside again, adrenalin keeping me going. My trusty slab of infinity steel in one hand, torch in my mouth and photo impression device in the other hand, I stepped slowly into the yard and faced the dreadful sound.
Suddenly, with a ferocious retort, the abhorrent slithery wetness whipped up like a serpent from the black abyss out of the garden and revealed a maw of scythe like teeth. Gnashing and snapping violently, the ogrish repugnance of horror wavered slightly to look at me with eight obsidian soulless eyes. I managed to capture an impression of it before it retreated into the darkness. I now know where the mythical Killa Zilla blades are born before they are tamed for the meek human souls of the world. The men from the Ohio Shires must truly be brave to be able to purloin such a tooth from such an abomination...
I peered into the darkness from whence the sound was emanating. My eyes straining hard to see what was in the garden. I caught sight of a black wetness, slithering amongst bushes. My skin paled and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It took all my strength to hold my protective hound back from the horror in the darkness.
I dashed inside to fetch my image capturing device in the hope I would record an impression of the fell thing lurking in the yard. Fearing for my life, I ventured outside again, adrenalin keeping me going. My trusty slab of infinity steel in one hand, torch in my mouth and photo impression device in the other hand, I stepped slowly into the yard and faced the dreadful sound.
Suddenly, with a ferocious retort, the abhorrent slithery wetness whipped up like a serpent from the black abyss out of the garden and revealed a maw of scythe like teeth. Gnashing and snapping violently, the ogrish repugnance of horror wavered slightly to look at me with eight obsidian soulless eyes. I managed to capture an impression of it before it retreated into the darkness. I now know where the mythical Killa Zilla blades are born before they are tamed for the meek human souls of the world. The men from the Ohio Shires must truly be brave to be able to purloin such a tooth from such an abomination...
WTH is that.
