| The creature screams
in agony, a howl that can be heard for miles and miles. You had no
idea that its nose was that sensitive, else you wouldn't have poked that
hard.
Still screeching enough to wake a bored zombie, the creature retreats at a frantic pace, quickly becoming a colorless dot on the horizon. You decide to let it go -- live and let live, that sort of thing, you know. |