Scrape Sickle
AxeAxe · #14
Such was the twisted joy of this sickle's owner that his soul possesses it still. Every cut it makes leaves a scar upon one's soul, its ghostly laughter drowning out all sane thought.
Axe · #14
Such was the twisted joy of this sickle's owner that his soul possesses it still. Every cut it makes leaves a scar upon one's soul, its ghostly laughter drowning out all sane thought.
