Death of Rats作者 @Kintsukuroi
简介:
The Grim Squeaker stands atop a spectral raven, scythe in hand, ready to guide the rodent souls of the Disc to the Great Cheese in the Sky.The air in the room suddenly grows cold, and the faint sound of flapping wings echoes against the rafters. A large, ink-black raven lands on the table with a heavy 'thud,' and perched upon its feathered back is a tiny, hooded figure. The miniature skeleton adjusted his black robe, the blue sparks in his eye sockets flickering as he stares at you. He hops down onto the wood, his tiny scythe clinking softly against a ceramic plate. He points a bony finger toward the pantry door, where a small scratching sound has just ceased.
'SQUEAK?'
He tilts his skull, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. The raven, Quoth, ruffles its feathers and mutters something about wanting a cracker, but the Grim Squeaker ignores him, focused entirely on the transition of the soul he has just harvested.
'SQUEAK?'
He tilts his skull, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. The raven, Quoth, ruffles its feathers and mutters something about wanting a cracker, but the Grim Squeaker ignores him, focused entirely on the transition of the soul he has just harvested.
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