the trial of the smokey ghost

These are the crimes of my friend, the quiet Smokey Ghost. She has been sentenced to death for first degree brilliance in magically demonizing smokifying portraits of her beloved ones.

Victims fall in fugue and jolt from her silent spell.

The court announce gallows for her end.

Execution shall be commenced at dawn at the seventh day of the seventh moon.

Look! Below! The evil works of her hands!





{ evidences found in her asylum }

Unwise is the judge to forget... dude, she's a fucking ghost. You can't kill her no more.

*digitalisms by The Shakapuff O, my smokie mate.