All went well at the apartment for a few weeks. The new tenants settled in happily, according to all accounts. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, until they began to notice an odd shadow on their bedroom wall. Slowly but surely, it took shape as the paint ate through the masking layers; the DeathSmurf had arrived.
Naturally, most folks do not view grimacing skull-eyed cartoon characters as an amenity, so the landlord was called in. He opted for the obvious solution, and painted over that puppy. He tried it again the next month, after DeathSmurf made his second reappearance, which only meant that, three months after L. moved out, the landlord had a grand total of seven layers of paint to clear off.
The most gratifying part for L., who had heard the reports of the fallout from his former neighbors, was when they told him the landlord had arrived on their stoop one morning to announce "L. is no longer welcome on this property." He didn't need to go back, he figured. He'd left his mark.
Article comments
1 - Aaman
Fiendish - not sure of the geek factor, but fiendish, definitely!
2 - Elvira Black
They say it's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for...