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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 7)+1 xp
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I don't look anything, bitch! Hood keeps me safe. I think about cuffing Mari, but I don't. "He's a fucking wraith, today. Fucker didn't finish my boots." Abruptly, I leave. Now I'm pacing, looking through a display window into Dillards out in …
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I bend over and tap Mari on the forehead, hard enough to hurt just a little, but not like I'm trying to hurt her. "Where's Burrito King?"
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Sure. It's not like I have a sense of decorum.
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"Burrito King." I get along fine with Coming Soon. We don't have all that much history, of course, since as much as possible I eschew economic transactions. But there was a time maybe six months ago that Hood wanted me to fuck Coming Soon and it …
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This is something I'll have to consider more deliberately. For now, I'm moving back out, looking for Burrito King. Maybe he's with Big Mac's guys or maybe with Sweet-n-Sour's I'm sort of confused about their hierarchy. But either way, they leave …
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Yeah, that was the closest-seeming violation of my statement.
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I've never played a game of AW where none of the PCs were sane before. This is interesting.
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Tell me about Doc Marten, MC. I'm thinking about what has to happen next.
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"If you come for it again, I'll destroy you. If you even ask again... I will never take Hood off. Don't push me on this." I look around for more of them and if it's clear I'll take a step back. "And my name is Playboy."
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"She can't have you, don't worry so much!" "Why don't you just take drugs?"
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"Why...are...you...a...Mankin?"
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I freeze up. Staring down at her, my mind races as I gulp down air. For maybe as long as thirty or forty seconds. "Why are you talking? You aren't real!"
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Enjoy the new job, Rich!
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I have them on each arm now? Their weight on my arms isn't enough to keep me locked up like they'd hoped, the dumb fucks. I'm just smashing them against each other, over and over until they break or fall off. If one goes flying off, then I'll jus…
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(Rolled: 2d6-1. Rolls: 4, 3. Total: 6)
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OK, cool. Now I get to roll on my worst stat.
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Rich, in-scene, I was trying to set up a read-a-sitch in the narrative. When I do that, should I call it out explicitly? Or wait for you to see it and call for the move? And if you don't (as in this case) should I ask after my goals (here or in-s…
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My whip uncurls to the floor as I step back into the hallway where Basura used to live -- before he took that long walk outside. They can only get to me from the front this way. When they come, I'm going to destroy them. I whip around a limb, pul…
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You know how Hood protects me; keeps me safe from the vicissitudes of human emotion? They're in that same space and don't think it's right that I have Hood. That's what I think anyway. I mean, you know how they are -- it's not like they've ever s…
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Oh, I do! If any wacknut Mankins come near, I'll be ready.
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"I don't know the tech stuff. She talked to Muzak, Muzak talked back. Hell, something happened and even I talked to Muzak. I...I just don't remember it right." "But that's a freebie, I need to handle the situation with my boots, myself." I'll …
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Do you want those of us in the future to hold while the timeline catches up?
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"Velcro!" I shrug expansively, looking up at the tall man. I don't really even hear the tunes Muzak plays for us unless I'm paying particular attention. "Where the fuck is Burrito King? He said my boots would be done yesterday if I took care of …
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Dammit. Now I'm pissed about my boots. I have to remember that sometimes shit happens, but I also can't let people start thinking they can walk all over me. I leave the boots in BK's area. I think a smile at the boy who brings my food, but I don…
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If my boots are done, I'll put them on, grab some food and then go check the exterior door. What's The Breeze doing this morning?
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Once in a while someone finds food left from the old days, but mostly that's all gone. Everything these days is mostly stew. They put some dead tree-rats in a pot with taters and leaves and shit and then cook it for a few hours -- over a fire or o…
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I was dreaming about it again, wasn't I? In my sleep, I remember bits from the time before I found Hood; before I was safe. It's fading quickly, this memory, but I was chained between two trucks outside -- when The Breeze came, I was powerless to …
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Ah!