Post by frankenxana on Feb 1, 2015 6:14:25 GMT
The boat he rode was an old and fragile thing - beaten and battered, this boat probably could collapse and sink at any second in the harbor. The man it carried did not fear the threat of death. The man feared nothing anymore. The mask he wore hid scars from his past, and his deepest desires. The mask did not erase his fear... his fear had been erased long ago... burned out... along with his past.
And now, the man moored his boat that creaked and groaned, and stepped onto the dark pier, where he would wait for his dark master, and a dark mission.
"I apologize for my lateness, Master Pitch. The little bugs I had been sent to squash proved to be more resilient than we were told. I humbly request permission to punish the 'little bird' who gave us this misinformation."
And now, the man moored his boat that creaked and groaned, and stepped onto the dark pier, where he would wait for his dark master, and a dark mission.
"I apologize for my lateness, Master Pitch. The little bugs I had been sent to squash proved to be more resilient than we were told. I humbly request permission to punish the 'little bird' who gave us this misinformation."
