Chasm entangler
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I pulled up short and sat deathly still, staring from one to the next in sheer horror that three The wild-eyed look scared me almost as much as Mouth-clamper and Head-chopper. Just wait until we get you home and I tell your Father!” She was almost frothing as she Right this instant! I will not have this kind of behavior from you, young man. I was more forlorn than ever in knowledge that evil intent Just as I thought I was making progress, Mamma’s hand slapped the bejeebers out of me.
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Shrieking now, in his own banshee rendition, the glass-eyed sweeper wailed in agony. I could already taste blood, and dearly hoped it wasn’t my own. Leggo!” I held fast, clamping down as hard as possible, hoping to sever “Ouch! That hurts, ya little turd bucket. It gave me just enough of an angle to open my teeth and chomp down on one finger. Boy, I thought, did that gripe have it backwards. “Yuckkk!” came the outcry from the mouth attached to the warty-palmed man. The feel of them against my tongue was far, far worse. I had been nearly nauseous by the glimpse. Much as I didn’t want to, I pushed my tongue through pressed lips, wiggling it against the gross out palm bearing the warts which I had seen layering it upon entering the death chamber. It would be better for them, my mind reasoned, to render me unconscious- or worse- before implementing the decapitation process just Paw was only an additional method for inflicting torture. Big eyes widened in terror as I realized now that the broom sweeper’s nasty Totally freaked, I opened my mouth to renew complaints.Ī sweaty palm clamped suddenly over mouth and nose, immediately cutting off the attempt, but worse, my breath as well. And he would surely be here to save me from this Devil with the sharp scissors. And that man- Wilbur, or whatever you call him- is NOT my Daddy. Not!Įasier? Better? For whom? Duh, I reflected, insanely ill-at-ease, you really think so? Of course, it will hurt. Well… that sure worked, I screeched inside. Now calm down and sit still for us, or it really could Your Daddy says we must and it will be a whole lot better. It has just gotten too out-of-control, my little one, and we are trying to make Mamma tried soothing me with obviously faked compassion, “Jake, Jake… listen to me, honey. Not near as shrill as would’ve been preferred. “Nooooooooooooooo!!” Under the heavy hands pressing me into the death seat it was all I could do to inflate five-year-old lungs with enough air to get the message out but even then, the effect was The banshee shriek was the last-ditch effort left in my sparse arsenal of protections for self-preservation. To alert an authority of the cruelty threatening me. Could it even be put back, it occurred to me to worry? I needed I wasn’t at all certain my body would do well detached from the familiar anatomy, and less, that it wouldn’t leave a scar… a bad one. Pointed scissors waved ever closer while dastardlyĪbettors attempted reassurance by the most transparent of felonious lies, saying anything they thought might engender cessation of attempting salvage of my head. The broom sweeper aide and Mamma plastered my shoulders against the swiveling death chair in apparent collusion with the beast’s murderous intent. After a minute’s recovery, the man in the striped shirt with the sharp weaponry- who had strapped me into position for the beheading- came again.
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All three persons in the room appeared in ear-covered distress. Inside protective hands, surveying the damage. From a head-covered position and squinch-faced demeanor, I hazarded a single-eyed peek from “Noooooooooooo!” The crescendo of the long, woebegone wail was meant to make a point.