Yet again, the group surrounded someone they thought was suspicious. "What have you been up to?" asked one turtle-necked townie. "I been busy." was his reply. "Busy doing what?" prodded the townspeople. "Not much, just plotting all your demises." That familiar evil glare had returned. The small creature made a run for it. Looking back to see who was following him, he tripped over something. It was Snuffy's trunk. The small creature flew into the street and landed on his head, stunning him a bit. Before he could get his wits about him, karma caught up to him. He had been hit by the very same street sweeper he tried to kill the Count with. As the sweeper drove off, nothing but a blue stain in the pavement remained. vicious x is dead. He was Pesty 1. Alignment: Mine.
As everyone left the scene, Snuffy was mumbling to himself. No one heard him, but he chuckled and murmured, "Imaginary my ###."