[Bodies litter the ground with a thick fog floating just above. Smokers and, judging from the amount of the smoke their corpses are releasing, are all recently dead. Only a shadow, obscured from the air, remains standing. And it's staring at you.]
[Round 2]
[There's no immediate harm; one exit, a living person, a corpse, a small knife, a pedestal, and the paper lying upon it. The first thought is an easy one, how did the corpse come to be? Although he walks over to the pedestal he does not touch it. The corpse didn't smell of anything beyond early onset of rot, but that doesn't mean contact poisons aren't involved. It's best to just keep his hands to himself. Besides, what's on the note is far more troublesome.]
Make corpses, not art. Figures.
[He says under his breath.]
So, note says we need a heart. [He nods over in the direction of the deceased.] What are you thinking?
Kylar Stern | Night Angel trilogy
[Bodies litter the ground with a thick fog floating just above. Smokers and, judging from the amount of the smoke their corpses are releasing, are all recently dead. Only a shadow, obscured from the air, remains standing. And it's staring at you.]
[Round 2]
[There's no immediate harm; one exit, a living person, a corpse, a small knife, a pedestal, and the paper lying upon it. The first thought is an easy one, how did the corpse come to be? Although he walks over to the pedestal he does not touch it. The corpse didn't smell of anything beyond early onset of rot, but that doesn't mean contact poisons aren't involved. It's best to just keep his hands to himself. Besides, what's on the note is far more troublesome.]
Make corpses, not art. Figures.
[He says under his breath.]
So, note says we need a heart. [He nods over in the direction of the deceased.] What are you thinking?