[ The Undertaker was sitting at his desk, writing in his journal when he decided to take a break. He stretched his long, skinny, scarred arms. He rolled his neck, listen to the bones gratefully crack and pop. He sat back in his large chair, picking up his cane and looking at it. As if on cue, a soft strumming of a guitar is heard and Undertaker ( Read more... )

[ The Undertaker was doing some more work on those zombie corpses when a sudden guitar riff happens and he can't help but tap his boots in rhythm. Soon, he finds himself singing, his voice not too much different than his normal one.]

( ☤ The Suffering ☤ )