003 look to the western sky

Sep 18, 2011 19:02

[Zombies? Eh, ain't no big; it's not like Crane hasn't dealt with this sort of thing before. With a questionable level of success. The course of action he must take is obvious. Not being a very sentimental man, he takes his regained uniform to the Post Office and hopes for the best.

For once in his life, the best actually happens.]

JONATHAN CRANE OF MAYFIELD.

YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO INSTILL GREAT FEAR.

WELCOME BACK TO THE SINESTRO CORPS.

[Now, there is... something flying down the street. Your street? Maybe. It is a figure greatly resembling an old scarecrow, and wouldn't look out of place on any farm... Except for the ring. There is a bright yellow light coming from it, forming into tangible objects in a way normal light definitely shouldn't be able to. At this point in time, the light has taken the form of a large, horrific-looking scythe, which the figure is using to cut any and all zombies in its path into ribbons of rotting flesh. Murders of crows, similarly made of yellow light, are swooping down on zombies and living humans alike, screeching and pecking at them mercilessly. Over the screeching, another sound can be heard.

The figure is laughing.]
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