Snippet #2546050

The sound of crunching snow was all that could be heard in this deserted area of Terra, trudging across the landscape, dragging his scythe behind him, was John Page -AKA 'The Master'-. His dead eyes showed annoyance, his teeth were beared, gritted together but hidden under the gas mask. A small ice cold breeze blew through the snow covered plains, blowing John's black labcoat around and thus showing off the Undead Necromancer's energy storage devices as two relatively large boxes strapped to his waist.

"I have a feeling that guy lied to me..." John spoke to himself, his dead croaky voice was filled with annoyance and anger. "Now I'm miles away from the energy signature and I'm running low on life energy." He sighed, "Why did I have to teleport quickly? I knew that I wouldn't have enough energy! And this pathetic area is devoid of life! There's no way I can absorb some more!"

John continued his aimless walking, unaware of the strange blue ball until an unnatural sound caught his attention. The strange loud banging of something falling, and it was nearby...

He continued his walking, quickening his pace and holding his scythe, ready to swing. He held the scythe upside down with his arm stretched behind him to allow the handle to point diagonally upwards and the blade ready to be swung. However....
"...The fuck?" John spoke out through the breathing of his gas mask as he saw a strange floating blue ball lifting a rock with some strange power and then dropping it. Seemingly having fun in the process. 'That must be jam packed with life energy...' John thought, edging a bit closer before calling out;

"Oi."