thegreedo wrote:The body of the mighty Greedo lay were it fell for some time eventually beginning to decompose. Bodily fluids seepinig into the ground to form little DNA parcels beneath the soil that would one day become fosilised amber.
A dark cloud loomed heavy over Newkitsville and in particular the "lets write a story" thread. The townsfolk dreaded the future, the litirary content of the thread sure to plummet to depraved depths left in the hands of the clearly sick mind of the heaving mass that is Lando Griffin.
Never again would the formidable Greedo put finger to keyboard. Or would he................
...No, he wouldn't.
