Was it fate, chance, skill that brought me to this point? The four families were all against me. I had no allies.
But my method was my strength. First the four youngest but age one were discovered and laid to rest. Each in their on separate crypt.
Then, carefully, methodically I hunted the rest of the family members - removing them one by one from the fight. Youngest to oldest I stacked their dead corpses until that victorious conclusion where I captured both the matriarch and the patriarch of each clan Stacking them carefully on the lifeless pile that was once their kin.
Only at the end did I dare shout my victory cry.
Solitaire! Solitaire! Solitaire! - I have Won!
Fear hung in the air, he had been divested of his only remaining clothing and down the hall came the man with the shroud on his shoulder. He glanced at her, but she made no effort to arise and protect him from the man. Sullenly he followed the man down the hallway into the shiny torture chamber. …
Yeah, my husband washed our schnauzer today
Exhausted, I collapsed, hoping that sleep would bring respite, however fleeting.
I took a nap this afternoon.
The panel flashed a coruscating warning to the pilgrim: the beast requires sustenance or your journey will end. The traveler heeded the amber alarm, and replenished the ravenous fell conveyance with a spirit formed from dread behemoths countless aeons old, purified in the monstrous bowels of a faceless factory two hundred feet high, venting its excess in a flame seen across the vast lonely plain for miles, a belching from the mouth of Satan.
Translation: my low fuel light went on so I got gas.