Brevity is the width of soul.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Pygmalion

He was sad, and also insane. He created vampires and ordered zombies to rise, and adding ghosts and ghouls to his army, he sent them forth from his castle one night. Away they all went, sowing blood and reaping numbers. But he was still sad.

They defeated his forces with great loss of life and its simulacrum, and locked him and the un-survivors behind the walled doors of his castle. Screams and unending curses came through the barred bars, many of them his.

But he was no longer lonely, and didn't feel quite so sad.

.finis.

1 comment:

Meg said...

*pets poor evil Overlord*