The city has become desolate. The merchants that used to gleefully peddle their wares in the alleys had all moved on and
the joyful laughter of children playing in the streets had faded away. Even the once colorful display of floral decorations have
withered and died. Something had changed, seemingly overnight. Now, visitor's eyes were welcomed by crumbled stones and broken
wagons littering the streets, while rotting and dead produce greeted their noses. What once was a thriving backbone of a
prosperous nation, was now a festering stink hole of a city long forgotten.
This is not to say that the city is without it's tenants. Oh no.. the city was thriving with population.. just not the
type you might expect. A visitor traveling through during the day time might think the city to be deserted, but all of that
changes at night. At night the same visitor would be greeted by an entirely different scene. Unkempt ruffians littered the streets
in packs laughing wildly over a makeshift fire. Nearly everywhere you looked was an unsavory woman strutting by, wearing much less
than the current weather called for. An ominous sense of danger gripped at you on every street. All eyes seemed to shift towards
any newcomers to the city, sizing them up for some unknown purposes. Any visitors that did happen to pass through this city at
night, quickly packed up and left without any sign or warning, sometimes without their belongings. At least that is the story.
And then there's the true mystery of this city. If you manage to travel far into the recesses and down the darkest alleys,
you might just stumble upon something most try to stay away from. An old mausoleum stood jagged and tall behind a rusted and
shackled wrought iron gate. All sights and sounds of life seemed to fade away some distance away, leaving a deathly silence to
fall upon this entire area. No one was sure what went on in this place, but it was enough to keep even the locals at bay.
Old leaves began to rustle and tattered papers began to flutter about, as a stale wind howled through the fence. A large
bashing from the inside of the mausoleum door tore through the silence of the area. For anyone who might have been present, this
was the first commotion in a long while, one that might have frozen them in place. Again the door shook from an unseen force that
sent a resounding echo through the nearby alleys. After a long pause, the door handle creaked ever so slightly as the giant door
swung inwards ever so slowly.
Out of the darkness stumbled a dumbfounded looking man scratching his head.
"Ohhf, ish openf inards!"
, he exclaimed.
His words seemed to startle himself as he jumped backwards and held his mouth open wide. His dark eyes peered down the
length of his pale nose towards the glinting of long ivory teeth protruding from his upper jaw.
"Whaf ii tha worlf?! 'oW am I sposf to talk wif dese dings?!"
, he screeched.
Briefly he paused to feel the edges of his newfound teeth, as a sinister smile began to spread across his face. Holding back his overwhelming excitement, he cracked his lips enough to mutter, "Now THAF's 20 percent cooler"