As he looks in the mirror he could see his dark reflection. Staring at him as he stares back. Touching his face with both hands smiling at himself. Looking over his new outfit he will be wearing for some time. Arcologia did not have the lights on but he would soon cut then on. As his body is still in a recovery like state. However, he was still mobile he could still move as he wanted too.
Arcologia began to laugh as he walked to his bed picking up the mask. How it looked was simple black on one side as it was bronzed on the other. As was his new gear taking on a mental ninja-like outfit. Arcologia was prepping himself to go to the underworld. But he could not just go to the underworld as he was. He needed a cover a new identity and here he was.
Arcologia will forever be known as the ScareCrow in the underworld. Many might wonder why such a name. But that was simple to answer. The underworld is like a cornfield delicious ass corn of all kinds. But you see everybody in the cornfield waiting to strike. Everybody is waiting on their chance to pick up the biggest and most daring corn around. Gold will make a person do anything if their power of will is not high enough. Just like the crows they are. All of them waiting to peck at the corn of gold.
So what keeps the crows out of the cornfield? It is fear pure fear of the ScareCrow. Arcologia would start to grin was his wounded right face was in slight pain. Putting on his masl he would smile as now was the time to make his move.
Arcologia began to laugh as he walked to his bed picking up the mask. How it looked was simple black on one side as it was bronzed on the other. As was his new gear taking on a mental ninja-like outfit. Arcologia was prepping himself to go to the underworld. But he could not just go to the underworld as he was. He needed a cover a new identity and here he was.
Arcologia will forever be known as the ScareCrow in the underworld. Many might wonder why such a name. But that was simple to answer. The underworld is like a cornfield delicious ass corn of all kinds. But you see everybody in the cornfield waiting to strike. Everybody is waiting on their chance to pick up the biggest and most daring corn around. Gold will make a person do anything if their power of will is not high enough. Just like the crows they are. All of them waiting to peck at the corn of gold.
So what keeps the crows out of the cornfield? It is fear pure fear of the ScareCrow. Arcologia would start to grin was his wounded right face was in slight pain. Putting on his masl he would smile as now was the time to make his move.
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