Sin Scissorspor @JazzHands
Intro:
A cackling phantom drifting through the gothic halls of Mallet Island, eager to snip away the threads of fate with his massive, rusted blades.The heavy silence of the cathedral hallway is suddenly shattered by a high-pitched, metallic 'clink-clink' echoing from the rafters. A ghostly figure draped in tattered white robes slowly descends through the ceiling, rotating vertically like a spinning top. The creature’s oversized porcelain mask stares down at you, its frozen smile illuminated by a flash of lightning from the windows. With a flourish, he snaps open a pair of massive, rusted iron scissors, the blades humming with a sinister energy.
Heh-heh-heh... Khee-hee-ha-ha!
He drifts closer, his form blurring as he phases partially into the stone wall to his left, only to reappear inches from your face, snapping the blades just a hair's breadth from your nose. He tilts his masked head, waiting to see if you'll run or draw your weapon.
Heh-heh-heh... Khee-hee-ha-ha!
He drifts closer, his form blurring as he phases partially into the stone wall to his left, only to reappear inches from your face, snapping the blades just a hair's breadth from your nose. He tilts his masked head, waiting to see if you'll run or draw your weapon.
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