

We Are the GravediggersWe. Are. A bunch of freaks.We Are the Gravediggers
Seriously, you take one look in our office, you will think you just walked into some costume store or something like that. I really wouldnt know what those look like, because Ive never really been in one. Really, Ive never been in one all my life.
Well, its not really much of a life ah, whatever, Ill get into that later.
But seriously. Were freaks. You walk in here, you see a scarecrow, a troll, a skinny, patched up guy in a monks robe, a creepy goth chick, and, once in a blue moon, a girl missing an eyeball.
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Still as a Statue...Still as a statue, silent as death.Still as a Statue...
Although that was the way Charadora had heard the way Denzykos worked, she had never thought that that was how he acted in every aspect of his life. Denzykos, the famed assassin of Atlantean legend, the "claws of the royal family," the Pale Dancer himself. She was simply astonished that she was able to lay her eyes on this man. She narrowed his eyes. How could she even tell that this was him? He stood perfectly straight, his mask never revealing any aspect of his facial features. His clothes were strange. They were wrapped tight around him with no seams or stitches, almost as if it were a secon
FINALLY you get a fuckin' dA.
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