Published Nov 10th, 11/10/24 3:35 am
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On a cold November night, within the confines of PMC Cemetery, the air was quiet and still. Not even a leaf shifted amongst the fauna of trees and bushes that decorated the property.
Lighting flashed silently in the distance, revealing hundreds of headstones and bleak clouds.
One headstone stood out from the rest...
"Here Lies Guts N Pixels, aka Cryptic Morbid".
The dilapidated headstone read, encrusted in overgrowth and crawling with cracks.
The ground at the base of the stone shifted and expanded, as if the earth was breathing, but this was something far more sinister.
With what sounded like lighting cracking a tree into a burst of flames, dirt and debris exploded from beneath, along with a casket door.
A body rose from the six foot pit, a slow stillness about the corpse that was freshly animated. But it wasn't him, not Guts, and not Cryptic...
At least, not physically.
The corpse exhaled, a loud wailing rasp of dust escaped its mouth, stirring up the dirt and plants about as if a storm raged for a few seconds.
It's skull split open with a wet crunch, revealing a single eye. Flesh hung from the bones, freshly dripping and writhing of wetness.
A robe made of leather, adorned with silver decorations gleamed from the moon, a light clink with each of his movements.
The creature looked around the graveyard, silent, curious as to why he's back. With a pop of his neck, violet energy violently swirled and absorbed into the being, becoming a calm purple fire that quietly burned, releasing embers into the night.
As he walked through the memorial, purple embers released from the fire gently fell onto the ground at the base of each stone, burning and burrowing into the earth.
Moments later, the ground quaked and shattered at each headstone, rotting PMCers crawled and clawed at the ground, climbing from below.
They all groaned and shambled, following the necromancer like an army of dead, quietly grumbling in unison.
"Rigor... Mortis... Rigor... Mortis"...
The lights of PMC City shimmered in the distance, the next destination.
"He's back", the grave digger chuckled.
Lighting flashed silently in the distance, revealing hundreds of headstones and bleak clouds.
One headstone stood out from the rest...
"Here Lies Guts N Pixels, aka Cryptic Morbid".
The dilapidated headstone read, encrusted in overgrowth and crawling with cracks.
The ground at the base of the stone shifted and expanded, as if the earth was breathing, but this was something far more sinister.
With what sounded like lighting cracking a tree into a burst of flames, dirt and debris exploded from beneath, along with a casket door.
A body rose from the six foot pit, a slow stillness about the corpse that was freshly animated. But it wasn't him, not Guts, and not Cryptic...
At least, not physically.
The corpse exhaled, a loud wailing rasp of dust escaped its mouth, stirring up the dirt and plants about as if a storm raged for a few seconds.
It's skull split open with a wet crunch, revealing a single eye. Flesh hung from the bones, freshly dripping and writhing of wetness.
A robe made of leather, adorned with silver decorations gleamed from the moon, a light clink with each of his movements.
The creature looked around the graveyard, silent, curious as to why he's back. With a pop of his neck, violet energy violently swirled and absorbed into the being, becoming a calm purple fire that quietly burned, releasing embers into the night.
As he walked through the memorial, purple embers released from the fire gently fell onto the ground at the base of each stone, burning and burrowing into the earth.
Moments later, the ground quaked and shattered at each headstone, rotting PMCers crawled and clawed at the ground, climbing from below.
They all groaned and shambled, following the necromancer like an army of dead, quietly grumbling in unison.
"Rigor... Mortis... Rigor... Mortis"...
The lights of PMC City shimmered in the distance, the next destination.
"He's back", the grave digger chuckled.
| Gender | Male |
| Format | Bedrock |
| Model | Steve |
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As for your other skinning skills, well, that remains to be seen…
Talk about a dirty job, what an inconvenience, can you believe that?! 🙃
Had to throw away the whole skin suit and all!