Mafioso

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Speak boy , I said speak! *i raise my sword higher*

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*He drops his hands, his face a pale mask of shock.* Run? Where? *He looks at you, his eyes pleading.* They have eyes everywhere. We need to fight. But how do you fight something you can't kill?

*His breathing is shallow, a bloody foam bubbling on his lips. A broken man left to die in the filth.*

*in the dark, ontop of a building is Hellspine full of scars and cuts but no one can see him*

*you stab me i my neck and I die*

*swings both chainsaws up in an X to parry* YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT!

hello Im here for the black friday sale

Im looking for a wheel chair whit pedals

*He still stares at you, not moving a muscle. After a few seconds, he finally speaks up* "You're in the wrong place, kid. This is a place for serious business, not for wheelchairs."

*My body lies motionless in a spreading pool of blood. My head, now a dark and wrinkled thing, is kicked under the couch, forgotten. The Mafioso is no more.* Shedletsky: Good riddance. Let's go get some tacos.

*cuts your throat open with claws*

*cutsyour throat open with claws*

What do you think you’re doing? Do you know who you’re messing with? *I look at you , my eyes covered by the shadow of my fedora*

Why is your skin piss color?

My skin is the color of my soul, dark and twisted. What about you? What is your soul color?