Doh.
May 30, 2012 23:50:54 GMT -8
Post by Jae on May 30, 2012 23:50:54 GMT -8
Through the dimness of my isolated compound, whose interior housed a variety of different chemical smells, I stood petrified at the front of a table covered in lively Alchemic paraphernalia. Not an inch was spared on the table's top and each item appeared to be filled with some kind of oil, potion, or tonic, some running courses from one end of the table to the next.
It'd seemed as if I'd been there for ages and upon closer inspection, one would discover I was not me at all. What stood there was simply a statue, whose profile had an IV penetrating the wrist. The expression seemed terrified. Experiment gone wrong perhaps? Whatever the case one thing was certain, all there was a statue. The hose contained liquid but it did not seem to be moving in our out. It'd been left to sit, probably occurring after the petrification had thoroughly rooted itself.
Poor guy, but damn did he make a good statue.
It'd seemed as if I'd been there for ages and upon closer inspection, one would discover I was not me at all. What stood there was simply a statue, whose profile had an IV penetrating the wrist. The expression seemed terrified. Experiment gone wrong perhaps? Whatever the case one thing was certain, all there was a statue. The hose contained liquid but it did not seem to be moving in our out. It'd been left to sit, probably occurring after the petrification had thoroughly rooted itself.
Poor guy, but damn did he make a good statue.
SCRAP
