echoes. acid trap. day 1.
Mar 5, 2022 13:03:35 GMT -5
Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Mar 5, 2022 13:03:35 GMT -5
You make you way to the gardens by way of the cornucopia, find that place against the old corrugated hull of the hulking machine not unlike the one you now skulk around in where Celeste's blood pooled. Her body is gone already, her cannon long echoing into silence, but there's still smears of her across the rusted metal. The dark crimson looks both more and less ghastly against the dark metal.
You don't hesitate, take your can of spray paint and mark the area above the gore with another blue crown. Inside this one there's the number one.
You smile sideways at Wes from inside the scraps of metal resembling a bear you're now lumbering around in.
"Perfect."
You're ready to find another.
The garden's are enticing, the snarls of vines expanding out and over the plots and fences like elongated fingers waving you forward. You hesitate at the edge of them, grinning full-fledged now, goggles slipping down over your forehead and catching on your nose as you cackle.
"This place looks awful," you say, adjusting the goggles, peering at your ally through them. "Everything is dead or dying."
You run forward without warning.
"Let's see what that eleven is worth for nerves," you shout, running backwards for half a pace, taunting him to follow you into the graveyard.
You don't hesitate, take your can of spray paint and mark the area above the gore with another blue crown. Inside this one there's the number one.
You smile sideways at Wes from inside the scraps of metal resembling a bear you're now lumbering around in.
"Perfect."
You're ready to find another.
The garden's are enticing, the snarls of vines expanding out and over the plots and fences like elongated fingers waving you forward. You hesitate at the edge of them, grinning full-fledged now, goggles slipping down over your forehead and catching on your nose as you cackle.
"This place looks awful," you say, adjusting the goggles, peering at your ally through them. "Everything is dead or dying."
You run forward without warning.
"Let's see what that eleven is worth for nerves," you shout, running backwards for half a pace, taunting him to follow you into the graveyard.
parker collects some stuff.
