by Azathoth » Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:49 pm
Umi sighs, not really wanting to stop swimming, but getting a bit tired as well.
Cream looks nervous for awhile, then asks. "Umm... should I sleep 'ere for the night? I mean... if I am allowed... I mean I... have... a... a tent out in the woods I was staying in. I kinda travelled light."
She falls silent, the thought of her tent, packed with the utensils of a life now lost to her too painful for the moment.
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil...prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...