Cold, chittering, glossy black talons enwreathed him. Blood letted from the Trapper’s flesh flowed in the wake of its raking embrace. A familiar numbing chill crept along his spine. Deafening and buzzing, the voice once more hummed to him, “Bring me more meat – or else.”
“A vast monster of a man with a hideous grin torn across the mask that keeps stalking my mind. Extreme vigilance and a light step is essential in avoiding the clutches of that miserable smiling killer.”
it’s always my favorite when you hear a trapper nearby placing one of his bear traps, and then immediately afterwards you her a snap and a pained “AURGH”
Queer Fortress 