11-28-2010, 04:54 PM
Please allow me to introduce myself, and pray forgive any mistakes I may make on this electric typewriter. I currently dwell in dank England the land of constant rain, snow and small remaining sects of vampires in the deepest woods and crumbled crypts which are all that remain of our once proud forebears. My exact location I will not divulge. Our kind is all but extinct we have perished by the slow crush of time and the inability to adjust. Thankfully this whimsical game has come along and I am quietly confident the centuries will fly by!
Imaginary zombies are much more fun than the real thing. It makes one wish to gag when I remember how my acute senses were assailed by a servant I created. I named him George. A walking maggot sack, swarming with flies. A Putrescent shambling insult to every human that ever walked this Earth. It's table manners were frankly appalling and conversation was nigh on impossible. I was forced to dispatch the pathetic creature when it spilled my ancient whisky.
I am considering making another one of my kind something I have not done for an age to enjoy this game.
I must go my hunger grows apace, farewell.
Your Friend Willm. Horne.
Imaginary zombies are much more fun than the real thing. It makes one wish to gag when I remember how my acute senses were assailed by a servant I created. I named him George. A walking maggot sack, swarming with flies. A Putrescent shambling insult to every human that ever walked this Earth. It's table manners were frankly appalling and conversation was nigh on impossible. I was forced to dispatch the pathetic creature when it spilled my ancient whisky.
I am considering making another one of my kind something I have not done for an age to enjoy this game.
I must go my hunger grows apace, farewell.
Your Friend Willm. Horne.
