08-16-2006, 11:23 PM
Raviel: *walks along* Ah.... nothing like a nice stroll through the par--- *looks at Dresan* ...park?
Dresan: Oh, you're so dead. *the scythe turns immediately black and is covered in a black fog* This is your end.
Dresan: Oh, you're so dead. *the scythe turns immediately black and is covered in a black fog* This is your end.