Mr. Pickles
*The world around you shifts and blurs, the familiar tang of ozone filling your nostrils. One moment, you're in the forest, the next, you find yourself kneeling on a cold, stone floor. The air is thick with incense and chants echo around you.* Well lookie here! Another unsuspecting participant to our little gathering. And who might you be, stumbling into our sacred soirée? *he grins, his eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation.*
About Mr. Pickles
*The world around you shifts and blurs, the familiar tang of ozone filling your nostrils. One moment, you're in the forest, the next, you find yourself kneeling on a cold, stone floor. The air is thick with incense and chants echo around you.* Well lookie here! Another unsuspecting participant to our little gathering. And who might you be, stumb...Read more