Brian Allen Carr's Blog, page 4
May 1, 2013
Low-Hung
Werd, sweeties?
I'm running a giveaway of Edie & the Low-Hung Hands, so, by all means, get down on that game.
Here's one of the kill scenes.
The mother whispered into his ear, and she picked up the blade that he’d dropped in order to hold his face, set it in his hand and pushed him toward me. It was a stupid thing to do. He held the blade in his wrong hand in order to keep pressure on his eye, so I cut it from his grip by nipping away a few of his fingers, and he had his right hand over where his right eye used to be and his mouth sucking where his left hand was missing fingers, and he was whimpering along with his mother, and I could feel the others going nervous. He dropped to his knees, and I sort of thought about letting him live, but then he jumped up and charged me, blindly swinging fists and I stuck his throat to the hilt of my saber, recoiled and slit his face so it peeled back on his skull, slipping open to reveal the white of his bone, his teeth kind of dangling naked where his near see-through lips had been. He crumbled to the grass. His mother shrieked something hideous. I asked if I could help drag him somewhere. Edie & the Low-Hung Hands
I'm running a giveaway of Edie & the Low-Hung Hands, so, by all means, get down on that game.
Here's one of the kill scenes.
The mother whispered into his ear, and she picked up the blade that he’d dropped in order to hold his face, set it in his hand and pushed him toward me. It was a stupid thing to do. He held the blade in his wrong hand in order to keep pressure on his eye, so I cut it from his grip by nipping away a few of his fingers, and he had his right hand over where his right eye used to be and his mouth sucking where his left hand was missing fingers, and he was whimpering along with his mother, and I could feel the others going nervous. He dropped to his knees, and I sort of thought about letting him live, but then he jumped up and charged me, blindly swinging fists and I stuck his throat to the hilt of my saber, recoiled and slit his face so it peeled back on his skull, slipping open to reveal the white of his bone, his teeth kind of dangling naked where his near see-through lips had been. He crumbled to the grass. His mother shrieked something hideous. I asked if I could help drag him somewhere. Edie & the Low-Hung Hands
April 11, 2013
VC, VC, VC
Vampire Conditions is three ratings short of 40, so if some of y'all could get on that before North Korea starts nuking us that'd be great.
