The Trickster turned away from the final sniveling manfool-a gardener here, apparently-and listened contentedly to his body being shredded by infant bugbeasts. "New York..." he had learned much from the few brave men that had ventured in to discover what had become of their beloved park. They weren't much more than a puddle of blood now. So much for their courage...
Although they had proven that this city would not fall without...assistance. That thrice-damned thief still had his Eye, and a civilization of cursed Men this sprawling and deeply rooted would never fall without it. "But there is still a game o' teeth and tear to be played. We can haves our fun..." The sound of leaves roaring drifted in from the distance as immense vines lashed out from the Trickster's forest. He knelt and pushed aside the roots of a tree as the shrieks of men, metal, and glass twisting and grinding came from all around. Buried just below the earth were great green sacks of eggs. Spiders, frogs, snakes and infant craymen squirmed under the dim light. "Soon enough then...we shall dance 'round the blaze under the moon and manflesh roof..."
Although they had proven that this city would not fall without...assistance. That thrice-damned thief still had his Eye, and a civilization of cursed Men this sprawling and deeply rooted would never fall without it. "But there is still a game o' teeth and tear to be played. We can haves our fun..." The sound of leaves roaring drifted in from the distance as immense vines lashed out from the Trickster's forest. He knelt and pushed aside the roots of a tree as the shrieks of men, metal, and glass twisting and grinding came from all around. Buried just below the earth were great green sacks of eggs. Spiders, frogs, snakes and infant craymen squirmed under the dim light. "Soon enough then...we shall dance 'round the blaze under the moon and manflesh roof..."
