Grim-Life
Suddenly the doors of the bar slamed open due to a sudden upriseing of a violent wind. dust flowed and rushed into the bar as if something was controling its very motions. the sound from the wind was like the grim reaper himself rideing upon his horses of death.
the dust slowly settled and there apeared a man. he was dark and his eyes seemed to glow a strange red. he slowly walked towards the furthest seat in the room. every step he took seemed to give him pain. and the expresion on his face was no much more plesant. it was old and raged and a scar plaged his eye.
slowly he sat down and let out a sigh ...
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