A Renaissance Nightmare
“I think I’ll pass on a costume tonight,” you say, and turn towards the front of the store. The knight costume at the entry way suddenly jerks his sword out from his side and points it directly at you.
“Sorry buddy, all sales are final,” the shop owner says as he slinks behind a ragged brown curtain. Before you get a chance to make a move, the knight’s sword goes straight through your heart. You look up to see the horrified look on Noraa and Chuck’s faces as they frantically escape the scene. You can feel your beating heart wrapped around the icy metal as you tumble down to the ground. With each beat, the sword seems to cut deeper into you. You can’t take it anymore; it hurts so badly. You use the last of your energy to remove the sword from your chest, and you fall into a shallow red pool.
“Sorry buddy, all sales are final,” the shop owner says as he slinks behind a ragged brown curtain. Before you get a chance to make a move, the knight’s sword goes straight through your heart. You look up to see the horrified look on Noraa and Chuck’s faces as they frantically escape the scene. You can feel your beating heart wrapped around the icy metal as you tumble down to the ground. With each beat, the sword seems to cut deeper into you. You can’t take it anymore; it hurts so badly. You use the last of your energy to remove the sword from your chest, and you fall into a shallow red pool.
