The Ninja Epidemic
You run all out for your house, hoping and praying that you can put enough distance between yourself and them to reach your door unscathed.
As you grip your hand around the door knob, relief flooding through you, you are assaulted by various throwing stars which hit your back one after another like they were shot from some sort of semi-automatic shiruken machine gun.
You fall into your house, half in, half out. You die there, your blood staining the carpet a deep red whcih eventualy dries to brown. Blood stains are the worst.
As you grip your hand around the door knob, relief flooding through you, you are assaulted by various throwing stars which hit your back one after another like they were shot from some sort of semi-automatic shiruken machine gun.
You fall into your house, half in, half out. You die there, your blood staining the carpet a deep red whcih eventualy dries to brown. Blood stains are the worst.
