AH, The Far North | |
vagabond drunken drunk | |
An offensive drunk reeking of refuse stumbles toward you begging for gold. | |
This callous old man positively stinks of rancid, decomposing garbage. His pants, full of holes and stained greenish-yellow in some places, are held up by a makeshift rope made from rats' tails weaved together. His bare feet are sliced wide open from shards of glass, leaving a trail of bright crimson wherever he treads. Pus oozes out of various sores covering his hands. A drunken vagabond is in an excellent condition. | |
by Bazilus , 17.12.2001 17:58 MSK |