You instantly see that this is the place of war. Blood stains the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. Weapons are left sitting around for anyone to grab. A dim light filters through the broken roof, and shadows loom. As you walk around chills run up your spine and you realize your not alone.
"If you have a pass, set it on the floor and go into the door on the right. If not, please leave. I do not feel like fighting today." From one of the shadows you see red eyes loom lazily in your direction. "Im quite full and tumbling about on a content stomach is really no good."
Tue Jun 23, 2009 2:57 pm