Oct 24, 2004 07:57
Need therapy. Or a pizza. Perhaps pizza and a session with Dr. Phil. Yes that would be quite lovely. Although in my current situation Jerry Springer seems far more approprate. Today on Jerry, father's who are possessed by demons and attempt to sacrafice their first born children. Somehow I don't imagine the security guards would stand much of a chance in restraining Faith.
Found myself wandering in one of the worst sections of the city. It didn't take long for a gang of vampires to appear, surrounding their latest victim. Or so they thought. "Can I help you gents?"
"Think your lost homeboy. You want to help? Why don't you try to run?" Their leader was overly cocky. Yet something was preventing them from moving to attack. Ah yes, the wolf was more then still inside me. It was growing, ready to consume me. I noticing the gang beginning to step back as I looked down at my body. It seemed to be twisting, splitting in half as my legs shortned, my arms turning into legs as well.
"Wolf" Growling I lunged at the vampires, tearing thier pathetic bodies into bits. Foolish inbreeders. Now that I was complete I could run this city, and soon this entire world would bow before me.