Stink, smell, scents were moving throughout the outskirts of Atlantis the ruins of the ancient city, the buildings crumbling into dust as more time went on, though for the architecture to last several hundred, if not thousands of years, was a remarkable feat. A great achievement all but ignored by Sloth as it crawled ever so slowly down the streets of the dead buildings. The sinner finally having been released from the bonds of Albatross. But as time went on, no longer being a slave to its fellow sinner, Sloth had grown complacent in its thoughts, bored except for the few jobs it is given in the world of the living.
It wanted more out of its new found life, yet it was held back wanting to prove its loyalty to its new master Alba and find its place in the world through Regno Nero. Thinking to itself that it was going through a mid life crisis, Sloth shrugged off such ideas as it moved forward, its small backpack slung over its shoulders shuffling with every small step of its furry legs. Its horrid stench that could make a normal person puke still wafting in the air.
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Subject: Rotting Stink (Open For Regno Nero) 
