What if...
"Hm... what do we have in the mail today." The draolf hopped over the back end of his couch, landing on the cushions as he sorted through the mail in his hands. Tossing envelops onto the coffee table every now and again. "Bill. Bill. Credit Card....
Escape From Death
Science can be a wonderful thing. And then it can also be a fickle bitch that loves to do nothing other than make peoples' lives a living hell. With life as they knew it becoming so monotonous and boring, they sought to make it more interesting....