Post by Lachryma on Mar 6, 2007 22:11:45 GMT -5
Lachryma glares. At everybody. Twice.
"Lame people, too lazy to leave comfort zone. Fine, I go to nearby museum and get pretty things I hear of. Perhaps I find painting of the Motherland."
She stalks up the stairs. You hear the sound of a boarded-up window being ripped apart and the soft sound of a rope twisting in the air.
"Lame people, too lazy to leave comfort zone. Fine, I go to nearby museum and get pretty things I hear of. Perhaps I find painting of the Motherland."
She stalks up the stairs. You hear the sound of a boarded-up window being ripped apart and the soft sound of a rope twisting in the air.