bio for characterThey didnt pay me to ask questions, that was the last thing Jacobs said to me before he gave me that sack of dust and sent me on my way. He really wanted to make an example and even though the chinamen had a three day head start back home, i was going to make sure he didnt get away scott free with that loan. now ill be honest, chinese, japanese, horsanese, it was all the same to me. but i learned the hard way its very different. my boat didnt take me to china after the no good bastard, just past china, alot past china. i ended up in japan with not a lot of money to get back. a stranger in a strange land is an understatement, and there was nobio for character
MasksHave you ever put on a mask? Little kids like the masks for halloween and birthdays. Some adults like it for parties.Masks
And some adults hate them. Ask that guy at Chuck E Cheese how he likes his mask. Its not fun, its not bad, well not all of the time at least. Sometimes its the best, and other days its shittiest thing you could ever do. At first you keep track, you know how many good days how many bad days. The lives you touched, the people you helped, the ones that got away. Then, after a while, you lose track. You stop counting, or caring.
Or do you stop caring first then stop cou
BoatThat should be it. The last sector sweep for a week or so, we slipped them. How’s the boat doing? Fuel status is estimated at 4 more days. Good. ETA to drop point is 6 days. Bad. Cryogenic controls for cargo were damaged in your last little pissing contest, Badder. And so was most of the Sinthetahol Badderer??? So we got low fuel, a thawing killing machine and no liquor. So we when did all this go so horribly wrong? Some would say when the humans opened trade with the Quayians, others would blame faster than light travel. I still place my money on when a drunkBoat
One more arrowThe others had gotten away safely,One more arrow
She made sure of that with a well placed arrow in the second creatures chest.
The blood bubbled
as air seeped from its lungs.
She looked and saw the other one still moving, still grunting, with curses of death on its lips and the look of thoughts much worse in its eyes.
She reached for the quiver, her last arrow. This had to be enough to drop the creature. THWAK! the shot was true and the right arm was all but useless now, but it wasn't enough to topple it.
He simply,
WOULD,
NOT,
DIE.
She was out of arrows, out of choices, out of ti
Soul Wyrd
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I'm not worth the time...
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I'm not worth the time...
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