Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die
The bulbous man slaps you hard and asks you again. You merely spit blood in his face.
"That's too bad, kid," he snarls, "you coulda been somebody."
He digs his pocket knife deep into your heart. You gurgle blood a bit before finally collapsing.
"That's too bad, kid," he snarls, "you coulda been somebody."
He digs his pocket knife deep into your heart. You gurgle blood a bit before finally collapsing.
