Template:Adminpick/October 2019

It was hardly past seven that morning when the Gravedigger saw the earth stir. Fingers, rotted and skeletal, burst forth from the dirt, and with force they pulled their bodies to freedom. It was happening all over the graveyard. Every grave. Every square inch of dirt was overturned. Soon, there were thousands; so many more than the graveyard actually held. A horde of the undead stood before him.

The Gravedigger watched, with his shovel in hand.(Read more...)