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"I will repeat once more, the Terran known as 'The Kid' is under arrest for vigilante actions and will be held to account at the Burgunn Courts. You have responded to that moniker and we will have to arrest you, or, upon resisting arrest, execute you," the lead soldier spoke, keeping his automatic weapon trained on the young man. After receiving a nod from the leader, a Burgunn stepped forward with manacles t


Roll with HitThe Kid watched impatiently from his perch on top of the saloon, occasionally blowing on his hands and rubbing them together to keep them warm. It wouldn't do to have your trigger finger freeze up, and the old man was counting on him and his sniper rifle in case things got dicey.Roll with Hit
Things looked pretty dicey to The Kid.
On the street below him, ten men were arrayed against the old man; Hardened bandits, each and every one, their mismatched armor and masked faces were offset by the state of the art weapons each carried.
The old man merely looked to each one in turn, not even a bead of sweat, but merely a


People Watching Part 3Sure enough, the next afternoon my junky was waiting in the alleyway for me. He seemed nervous, but had just the right amount of anticipation. I do so hate it when my services are treated mundanely. The bum was missing from the scene, and in fact it looked deliberately deserted. “So… uh… you wanted to make a deal with me huh? What, got a new type for me? Good stuff?” said the office worker. His eyes seemed to dart back and forth, and I started to get the feeling that I was being set up. “No, as I told you before, I’m not a pusher,” I replied, gauging my responses to seem as innocuous as possible. Sometimes my marks inPeople Watching Part 3


People Watchin Part 2"Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven."People Watchin Part 2
Humans can say that without marveling at the sheer stupidity dripping from their mouths only because they have not experienced "Hell". I have, and I dream of it every night, like now for instance. As the horror of that place, its sheer and utter absence of existence, I reach out mentally to all the souls that I've made pacts with. Their presence comforts me, lets me know that I'm not alone as I once was, and this fills me with revulsion. It shames me to even think that I would require humans to alleviate my pain, to even be capable of fear anymore. But Hell still has a grip on me,
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If Oscar Mayer has a way with b o l o g n a, then isn't that saying the bologna has a way with itself? ....ew...
Me - "I don't bend that way"
Kiichan - "You do now" *grin*
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And don't have a job.
Anyway... D&D this weekend?
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Moved to sheezy.
uh.. my character's off making tin hats.. or mining for tin hat making supplies..
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Moved to sheezy.
...back to the revolutionary drawing board...
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thats me. Ruthelessly liberating you from bourgeoise damnation.
*waves commie flag rather halfheartedly* woo. woo.
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Le langue est source de malentendues. On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur.
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