Game 2 | Game 2 Outline |
"We must find the cure," you announce with determination. You begin to head down the street, looking back at Fred, who regards you doubtfully. He follows, though, figuring you must have something in mind. You don't, but what good is there in standing around? Sooner or later, you'd start howling at the moon.
The two of you skip down the sidewalk, almost as if you were playing four-legged hopscotch. All of a sudden, Fred looks up and smiles, flashing his razor-sharp fangs for the world to see. "What is it?" you ask, turning around all the way. Over the horizon, you see the unmistakable face and hair of Robert Smith. A savior!
Written by Joey Liverwurst