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| He Came Without His Horse! | |
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| Mac Cogadh | Jan 27 2016, 10:34 AM Post #1 |
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Mac Cogadh's last thoughts were, 'COME AT ME BRO!!!!!!!' Darkness had enveloped him. He always thought that when one dies, they see the face that killed them, but he didn't see that. Or that he would see a blinding light to go to, but none of these things were true. Only darkness he saw, and he seemed to walk the darkness for a time before the realm of the dead came into view. Mac noticed that at the far end of a line of souls was a giant mahogany desk with King Yamma behind it. "So, I finally get to see the bastard," he said out loud. The demon knew he was suppose to get behind the line of souls, but he itched to punch the shit out of the giant man. The demon walked forward, ignoring everyone that tried to stop him. A soul reached out to grab him, but Mac just grabbed the soul and looked him in the face. It's weird looking into a soul's eyes. Mac remembered the soul by it's facial appearance. "I will eat your face again like I did not thirty seconds ago," Mac threatened the soul as he threw him back into the line. The horseman continued to walk towards the desk and when he got there, he jumped onto the desk top. "Ok, I know where I'm going, just give me my passport and take a picture with me, because I have evaded you all these centuries until now. Good job, Yamma, good job." The horseman would clap his hands together right in front of King Yamma's face. He really didn't care at all what would happen, the former god had nothing to loose anyway being in the world of the dead. What else could he loose? He didn't have a soul or anything. Then the presence hit him. Mac stopped clapping and looked around the station. The familiar presence he felt was know where to be seen. He growled and looked up at Yamma. "Ok, let's get this over and done with." WC:340 |
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