The boots always signalled his arrival first. The loud, monotonous thump of his prosthetic feet as he stomped his way around to wherever he was required. His prosthetics worked tirelessly behind his cold, jet black armor, which imposed fear into even the bravest of souls. His looming figure cutting through the atmosphere, like a cursed dagger through skin. As he got closer, you would hear his dreaded breathing respirator- "KOOOOH, PUUUHR, KOOOOH, PUUUHR". Most believed there was little man left behind the mask, which empty eye sockets pierced your mind, searching for your deepest desires and thoughts. If you were unlucky enough to get on the wrong side of 'it', as the survivor's tales often personified him as, the last thing you would hear before you saw him was the ignition of his evil lightsaber, the crimson blade throwing a devilish mist up around him. via /r/StarWars https://ift.tt/3kBWEkG
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