Diego frowns, clearly worried at your answer. "The little fraggers are making a move. Going through a building on South Post Street. Kicked the people out and going through their stuff, then mak…
You make it back to PRD with no further serious conversations or issues. Gwen buttonholes you for a kiss and a promise as everyone else exits. "We'll do this again, cowboy. Yes?"
Mr. Johnson allows that you might get a further bonus for the songs on the hard drives, but cradles the memory stick that Tink gives her like it's a glass figurine. You get your full pay, and after a…
The old troll gives you a look of affectionate exasperation. "You know you always get a deal from me, Jubilex. Let me grab Lindo's stuff and I'll throw in a few extra things to up the juice on h…
BD opens the case Don Gobbi pulled out of his pocket, pulls out two datachips, a credstick, and a medal of St. Dismas, the Penitent Thief, on a silver chain. You recognize it as something that Matteo…
"Agata Vishnevskaya. She is head of the Vory in Detroit. Her second was recently killed, and she chooses to believe that it was my people who did this thing. We did not." He reaches into th…
It's interesting. ¥5,000 is pretty high for a "standard" BTL chip. That's a week in a really fancy hotel. Definitely above the range that Twitch should be pushing, in the normal course of t…
"Well Jules, you're gonna have to tell me." I wait a beat while her eyes grow narrower. "I mean, I'm just a brown #12 skinned man with a giant rubber dick. YOU, on the other hand...
I love it. My skin is all covered with brown #12 and my hair is netted back to make my ears look bigger. I'm wearing two big fake earplugs and a gigantic prosthetic dangler all covered in veins and
Tonight we'll not only make rent and expenses, it looks like we'll have enough barter to invest in some new costumes and makeup. We're almost out of brown #12.