Grendel stood in the cemetary, watching the udead laborers clear out weeds. Having recently signed the paperwork taking over care of the cemetary again.
Footman Corner in Wheatstone seemed to have dissappeared during his travels, apparantly from what the Pengi left to supervice the undead laborers, some sort of black hole eminated from the dinosaur’s factory across the canal and sucked in the house, and the observatory, (as well as the factory itself, and that annoying automoton that kept wandering over to attack the zombies preforming yardwork).
It was around that time that he saw the cemetary was needing new management, and as the property had given much valuable data for his work last time, it just seemed to make the most sense.
A pengi smacked a laborer’s decaying skull off after he dropped a fairly complicated device on its way to the crypt the new lab space was being set up in. The zombie picked his head up instead of the device, and proceeded inside, probably to place his head in the space indicated for the etheric samophlange thay lay in pieces on the ground. Grendel shook his head, this was going to take awhile.
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