Night 50: Gardener's Shed
[From here.]
Edgar moved inside quickly, scanning the room with his light, sending the beam into every corner and crevice: he was looking for hidden dangers; what he found instead brought a smile to his face. The room was littered with items- claws, hoses, gloves, shovels- each piece with more potential than the last. After one more cautious glace, he took a few steps inside. If anything dared to follow them from the courtyard, he was certain it would meet a grisly fate from the equipment provided, injuries or not.
As he was considering how he could carry multiple items in spite of his arm's condition, a metallic glint against one of the walls caught his eye. Perhaps something else of value? Upon closer inspection, he discovered the shine belonged to some sort of a delightful motorized device, complete with a rotating blade, just begging to be used as a weapon. He knelt beside it, looking it over with hungry eyes. Oh yes. He already knew he'd not be able to take it tonight, but simply knowing such a wonderful contraption was within his reach was very encouraging.
"Well, I know what I'm doing once my arm has recovered," he said as he stood, putting a hand to his chin.
Edgar moved inside quickly, scanning the room with his light, sending the beam into every corner and crevice: he was looking for hidden dangers; what he found instead brought a smile to his face. The room was littered with items- claws, hoses, gloves, shovels- each piece with more potential than the last. After one more cautious glace, he took a few steps inside. If anything dared to follow them from the courtyard, he was certain it would meet a grisly fate from the equipment provided, injuries or not.
As he was considering how he could carry multiple items in spite of his arm's condition, a metallic glint against one of the walls caught his eye. Perhaps something else of value? Upon closer inspection, he discovered the shine belonged to some sort of a delightful motorized device, complete with a rotating blade, just begging to be used as a weapon. He knelt beside it, looking it over with hungry eyes. Oh yes. He already knew he'd not be able to take it tonight, but simply knowing such a wonderful contraption was within his reach was very encouraging.
"Well, I know what I'm doing once my arm has recovered," he said as he stood, putting a hand to his chin.