Post by Sabre on Dec 4, 2005 0:36:33 GMT
“The next item today is a curious looking gem, it’s been carbon dated at 1 million years old, and some believe it has magical powers,” the auctioneer slyly exclaimed before the teeming crowd settled opposed to a large makeshift stage in the dune sea, Tatooine. The crowd laughed reverently at the “magical” claim, all the crowd save one. A heavily robed man sifted through the multi-racial cluster before the stage, his face concealed in a bitter shade, and his features padded by a long, black, draping robe.
“We’ll start the bidding at, say 200,000 Credits,” the auctioneer cried out with a hint of uncertainty. In coherence with such remark, a seemingly dead head slid from beneath the hems of the mysterious mans robe. The corpse hand lingered for a moment, its blue veins protruded, casting slight shadows over the hand. Ever so slowly, it slid itself into the air, bleakly composing itself upright. “We have 200,000 Credits! Do we have 300,000?”
“We’ll start the bidding at, say 200,000 Credits,” the auctioneer cried out with a hint of uncertainty. In coherence with such remark, a seemingly dead head slid from beneath the hems of the mysterious mans robe. The corpse hand lingered for a moment, its blue veins protruded, casting slight shadows over the hand. Ever so slowly, it slid itself into the air, bleakly composing itself upright. “We have 200,000 Credits! Do we have 300,000?”
