Friday, February 24, 2012

The Pawn Is On

“They’re Death Goggles. Been in my family forever, but I really need cash badly. Make me a decent offer for them?”

Since I run the only occult pawn shop in existence, all kinds of weird stuff makes its way to me. Made from the twin barrels of a shotgun used to commit a truly heinous murder, I knew I wanted them.  I could see misty tendrils of ectoplasmic energy with only a cursory glance through them.  Yeah, I wanted them.

He left ten minutes later with a thousand cash and a lot of grumbling. But hey, business IS business, y’know.

1 comment:

  1. Love the concept on this one, I want a pair and I'm not even 100% sure what they do.