Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20180607210200/@comment-31191359-20180813012735

Of course, the place was bustling. The gods were easy to distinguish, they were taller, didn't look ghastly, and had god names wrapped around them. A ghost of an otter started to approach, "Hey, psst, kid, kid, wanna buy a sharpened tahr-femur-made scythe? I got one." The otter said. Before being shoved and arguing with an actual tahr. The scthe flew from his claws and landed in the ground in front of you, before being picked up by Haunted.

(ghastly

get it

ghost type?

ok i'll stop--)