Team Liquid Mafia [gg] - Page 147

Clazziquai was sound asleep as the cold night persisted. He then began to dream fantastical dreams. His thoughts were not random, but rather quite the contrary. He found himself to be in a vast field. Mountains protruded the landscape in the distance. It was snowing heavily, however there was no snow on the ground. Every time a flake touched the green grass that covered the earth, it dissolved instantly. Clazziquai looked to the sky only to see a glorious sun and not a cloud or mark of fog in sight. As he changed his view from the sky to ground level it appeared to snow only heavier. A wind arose and the precipitation moved through the air at a much more horizontal pace. Clazziquai began to walk forward, although he was not yet aware of his destination. As he continued, he began to hasten his pace in hopes of some direction. Yet, the faster he moved forward, the more blurred his surroundings appeared. He could hear thunder permeating the air. He saw no lightning. And suddenly, he realized only a short valley lay between him and the foot of a majestic mountain. He stopped for only a moment, but when he decided to move forward once more, his wishes were not granted. Five feet of snow now encompassed his being and lay upon what seemed like the entirety of the earth due to his limited view. He wriggled and writhed in attempts to free himself from the glacial tomb that now began to form. In admittance of his failure, he stopped moving. And now what had been flurrying snow over the last few moments transitioned to hazardous hail. Throughout the experience clazziquai felt his circumstances to be real, and he felt the most tragic emotions in his evident demise. But yet, in view was another man on the horizon; a man riding on a snowmobile speedily approached. Clazziquai yelled with joy, and called for help elatedly. He assumed the man coming was his savior. Gradually though, clazziquai was less and less inclined to have faith in the path that his supposed savior traveled. He was now neck deep in a thick snow and only held onto hope to keep his sense aligned. But inevitably, his senses dissipated as the snowmobile savior took too straight and too fast a line to safely procure clazziquai from the snow. Directly on line for clazziquai's head at top speed, he continued forward; the savior was but a slayer. Clazziquai woke up in a frantic state. His limbs moved especially freely; they felt as if they had just been weighed down for a long while. His teeth shattered; he felt abnormally cold for what he could see on a nearby thermometer was a moderate night. Clazziquai noticed his head felt unusually detached in a moment just there after. Someone with the power to make dreams all too real ended clazziquai's life on this night.

Goldenkrnboi found his home in his basement on this night. He walked in circles feverishly. His almost-robotic, and precise killer, which the town had previously known, waited, crouched in the darkness. Another killer peered through a window looking down into the pitch. With their means prepared, the mafia sprung. Goldenkrnboi was not at all prepared as bullets began their firing at his feet. He hopped and jumped around hectically, even though the thoughts already entered his mind that he was already a dead man. He tapped and trotted in his attempts to dodge the ill-angled bullets. All the while the other predator moved in closer. He slashed the victim at the ankles. He then made the deadly incision in goldenkrnboi's upper back. This man undoubtedly had the makings of a successful prototype model for a cold-hearted killer.

Swimmers could now be heard crossing the river, and randombum knew he was trapped. He rose to his feet and ran in the opposite direction of the man in the white coat along side the river with all his speed and might. One mafia was able to stay on his tail. As randombum ran, he could hear the man from behind him yell, "I'll save you! I promise!" with a hideously evil laugh following. It was at this time that randombum realized his own fate. He was exhausted as the term allowed. He could not outrun his chaser, and he was tackled from behind viciously in a matter of time. He was unhesitatingly choked until he could breath no more.

But yet, in view was another man on the horizon; a man riding on a snowmobile speedily approached. Clazziquai yelled with joy, and called for help elatedly. He assumed the man coming was his savior. Gradually though, clazziquai was less and less inclined to have faith in the path that his supposed savior traveled. He was now neck deep in a thick snow and only held onto hope to keep his sense aligned. But inevitably, his senses dissipated as the snowmobile savior took too straight and too fast a line to safely procure clazziquai from the snow. Directly on line for clazziquai's head at top speed, he continued forward; the savior was but a slayer.

Chuiu had just finished writing his speech to be given out the following morning in the town square before the time for festivities of love when he heard the terrible roar of noise and footsteps.

Evening fell on Liquidia and this Valentines day was one not to be forgotten.