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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Heads = Stand Tall
Tails = Sucker Punch
(Heads)
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You went to jail for a time, but the head soon disappeared from the evidence locker and the case against you was dismissed.
Malone was humiliated, and he's had it out for the whole crew ever since.
But that was long ago. Tonight, you find yourself trapped in a tangled web as the sun dies and the stars take its place. Sour sweat rolls down your hand onto the money clip you grasp tightly, as you head to the last working phone booth in the city.
No one working for The Bull has even a single thought without him knowing about it. He knows your every action, and you know there is nothing you can get past him, especially the intense yearning coursing through your body for the one person who is absolutely, undeniably, off limits.
Elle, The Bull's enigmatic wife.
Luke, The Bull's delicate husband.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 0
Deals secured.
Juice: 100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55% (+5)
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 45% (-5)
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 50% (+5)
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 69%
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 50%
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 17, 2015 04:48
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- Anchors
- Nov 27, 2007
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The dame. Love a good mystery.
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Apr 18, 2015 02:58
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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The Bull married Luke, his delicate male counterpart, even though it was illegal in the state of Louisiana. The Bull plays by his own rules and loves who he wants…and it's not like the parish clerk was going to tell The Bull "no."
The aftertaste of the milk coats your throat. In that taste is held a reminder of the late nights, the atrocities you have committed, and even your despair over the affections of Luke, who would surely never leave The Bull for a headcrusher like you.
Luke's the whole package—delicate but not whiny, refined but never pretentious, he somehow attracts the attention of every person in any room without the least bit of effort. He didn't come from a lavish upbringing and has experienced his own share of hard knocks, which shaped him into the beautiful person he has become.
Despite these qualities, some whisper that Luke is in cahoots with The Pitt—The Bull's weaselly, estranged step-brother. You don't believe it, though. Not even for a moment.
Like these stories always seem to go, it was at their wedding that you first met him. Right there, at that moment, there was something about him that drew you to him.
It was the thrill of the forbidden fruit.
He had something magical. When we touched, we both felt the electricity.
He just looked so lost and innocent—surrounded by all these blackhearted gangsters—and I wanted to save him from them.
No change in stats.
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Apr 18, 2015 04:09
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- Shei-kun
- Dec 2, 2011
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Screw you, physics!
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He just looked so lost and innocent—surrounded by all these blackhearted gangsters—and I wanted to save him from them.
Because we're clearly the best option for that!
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Apr 18, 2015 08:16
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Heads = Magic
Tails = Innocence
(Heads)
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How could you resist? From the tingle at the crown of your head to the one in each of your ten toes, you knew that he was destined to be with you.
And then they were married. You had to sit through the toasts and the dancing, all the while knowing that Luke was meant for you.
I thought he was a fine piece of rear end, and drat the consequences, I threw caution to the wind and pursued him.
Despite all my efforts, I was lost from that first moment. I was like a puppy, begging for his attention.
He pursued me relentlessly, even daring to shoot me lusty looks right in front of The Bull.
Our relationship was a slow build. We were friends first, and then lovers…but only once.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 0
Deals secured.
Juice: 100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 45%
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 50%
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 72% (+3)
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 50%
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 19, 2015 05:22
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- Shei-kun
- Dec 2, 2011
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Screw you, physics!
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He wants us. He wants us bad.
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Apr 19, 2015 05:52
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- Darth TNT
- Sep 20, 2013
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Look at that rear end!
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Apr 19, 2015 08:13
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- idonotlikepeas
- May 29, 2010
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This reasoning is possible for forums user idonotlikepeas!
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He pursued, since we're too loyal to do it.
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Apr 19, 2015 15:00
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- Comstar
- Apr 20, 2007
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Are you happy now?
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Our relationship was a slow build. We were friends first, and then lovers…but only once.
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Apr 19, 2015 15:15
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- Added Space
- Jul 13, 2012
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Free Markets
Free People
Curse you Hayard-Gunnes!
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Slow burn
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Apr 19, 2015 19:09
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Over the next few years, the two of you encountered each other regularly. The desire still smoldered inside both of you. You both tried to resist, but neither of you were strong enough to resist forever.
Albeit totally forbidden, you had a single, steamy night with Luke that changed your future forever; if nothing else, you've been constantly aware that he might use it to blackmail you. Yet, when you're alone, he talks about running off to Mexico together…but the specter of The Bull and his legendary waves of fury seem to terrify him.
Does he really care about you?
I know he loves me.
He's playing me for a fool, but I love him all the same.
He hates The Bull, but I'm still not sure if he cares about me.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 0
Deals secured.
Juice: 100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 45%
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 48% (-2)
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 73% (+1)
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 50%
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 20, 2015 04:51
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- Corzanth
- Apr 8, 2011
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Rawr!
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He cares more than he'd like to admit.
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Apr 20, 2015 05:48
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- idonotlikepeas
- May 29, 2010
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This reasoning is possible for forums user idonotlikepeas!
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He loves us, the drat fool.
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Apr 20, 2015 18:02
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Which brings you to tonight. You were supposed to meet Luke just after sunset—he'd said he had something to tell you—but he didn't show. And so you started to drink. The longer you waited while he still didn't show, the more you drank. And now you're here, washed up by the canals and gripping a carton of milk. It's been a long time coming, but you've finally made a decision.
It's time to take what's mine. Respect, juice…why, even NOLA itself.
I've had enough; my soul has been crushed by my sins.
It's time to hit the road—before the poo poo really hits the fan.
I'm in love. I'd do anything to get Luke back.
No change in stats.
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Apr 21, 2015 02:29
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- Corzanth
- Apr 8, 2011
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Rawr!
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Everything is ours.
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Apr 21, 2015 04:13
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- idonotlikepeas
- May 29, 2010
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This reasoning is possible for forums user idonotlikepeas!
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Love!
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Apr 21, 2015 05:03
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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quote:
Frustration burns through your veins. You're tired of being pissed on by The Pitt, jerked around by Luke, and ordered about like some bag-girl by The Bull. You want what's comin' to you, and you're ready to take it.
And The Bull? He already knows. What's more, you know he knows. He can smell betrayal from a mile away.
This phone call may be your only chance.
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In the distance, the St. Louis Cathedral begins to chime—twelve rings for midnight—and the phone rings shrilly in the booth.
Your dirty, clammy hand slowly picks up the receiver….
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It's The Bull on the other end, all right, and something is terribly, terribly wrong.
The Bull is about to declare war on The Pitt, who has kidnapped Luke and is holding him hostage. The Pitt is demanding an absurd amount of ransom money for his safe return. This has enraged The Bull, who screams that if Luke is not returned to his arms, he will commence an all-out war, dragging every innocent bystander in NOLA into a full-blown slaughterhouse.
The Bull intends to send you in after him, with no help from any colleagues, cugine, or made men. He wants you, and only you, to bring Luke back by 6AM.
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How do you feel about this obvious suicide mission? Be honest.
It's a trick. The Bull knows I'm ready to challenge him, and he wants to eliminate both me and The Pitt with one deft move.
It's a setup by The Pitt and Luke.
This is the real deal. And, whatever else, I'm not going to just abandon The Bull…not yet, anyway.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 0
Deals secured.
Juice: 100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 51% (+6)
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 48%
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 73%
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 55% (+5)
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 22, 2015 03:55
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- Corzanth
- Apr 8, 2011
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Rawr!
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Of course it's a bloody trap!
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Apr 22, 2015 04:23
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Interpreting as the Pitt and Luke leading us into a setup, since the option with the Bull is more him hoping we die taking out the Pitt so we can't challenge him than it is a trap per se.
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It's simple. This is a trap set up by Luke and The Pitt—of course Luke doesn't love you. You can see it all now: the lovelorn headcrusher dies trying to rescue the dude in distress. Once you're out of the way, they can take on The Bull and take the NOLA for themselves.
The Bull is the victim here, which makes you a victim as well.
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The hot air trapped inside the phone booth seem to thicken into a steamy cloud that fills your lungs with sticky moisture. You struggle to catch your breath as sweat rolls down your brow and tension pulses in your temples.
Innocent people might die in this dangerous game if you don't do something about it. You've gotta think quick to get yours. As the weight of the world settles on your shoulders, the clock strikes a quarter past midnight.
I tell him no. He hasn't killed me yet, and I just might get what I want out of the deal.
Agree like I always have. If I simply deliver and don't ask questions—for now—The Bull might return the favor and give me my freedom.
A commission to take down The Pitt, and then maybe a one-on-one with The Bull? My plans are already coming together.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 0
Deals secured.
Juice: 100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 51%
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 48%
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 75% (+2)
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 57% (+2)
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 23, 2015 05:54
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- Stabbey_the_Clown
- Sep 21, 2002
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Are... are you quite sure you really want to say that?
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Taco Defender
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All according to plan.
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Apr 23, 2015 14:40
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- idonotlikepeas
- May 29, 2010
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This reasoning is possible for forums user idonotlikepeas!
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Just according to le complot.
(Translator's note: complot means plan.)
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Apr 23, 2015 15:24
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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quote:
You put up an illusion of resistance, to allay any suspicions he might have about your enthusiasm for the job.
After a desultory negotiation, he offers you a handsome sum—in advance—for your services. he also compliments you on your negotiating skills, taking credit for everything you have learned.
It's a good thing he can't see you rolling your eyes through the phoneline.
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You set the receiver on its cradle, the metal clinking against the hard plastic. The sound reverberates in your ears as adrenaline pumps through every vein in your body. Within ten minutes, a car drives by and drops a bag of juice—ten large as an advance—right outside the booth.
This is the moment of truth. What will come tonight will not be for the faint of heart. Fear and indecision are not options, nor is getting pinched by some two-bit cop in a trim blue uniform. Wit, strategy, and split-second decision-making are required tonight. Outside the booth, the bag of juice waits for you.
Are you ready for the insanity to begin?
I know drat well this might be my last, bittersweet hurrah.
True freedom is so close I can taste it.
It's all for Luke. Nothing else matters.
What's can I say? It's exciting—an invitation to get my hands dirty with some of the most immoral gangsters in this city.
I only pray that God will forgive me for what I will do this night.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 1 (+1)
Deals secured.
Juice: 10100 (+10000)
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 51%
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 50% (+2)
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 76% (+1)
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 57%
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 24, 2015 04:30
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- Lord Cyrahzax
- Oct 11, 2012
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This should be exciting!
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Apr 24, 2015 05:44
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- Corzanth
- Apr 8, 2011
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Rawr!
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Let all hear our swan song.
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Apr 24, 2015 09:49
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- Ghostwoods
- May 9, 2013
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Say "Cheese!"
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I'm sure God will forgive us.
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Apr 24, 2015 17:00
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- idonotlikepeas
- May 29, 2010
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This reasoning is possible for forums user idonotlikepeas!
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This is the end, my only friend, the end.
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Apr 24, 2015 17:42
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Apr 26, 2024 12:15
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- Oblivion4568238
- Oct 10, 2012
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The Inquisition.
What a show.
The Inquisition.
Here. We. Go.
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College Slice
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Heads = One final job
Tails = Forgiveness
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Your success on this crazy night is not dependent on how many bodies you rack up or how much juice you can finagle outta the deal—it’s about using your brain, and sometimes, your charm. It’s what being a headcrusher is all about.
Go get 'em, tiger.
Chapter Two: The Informants posted:
The old phone booth door slides open, and you step out into the warm, sticky night. Thick clouds have clustered together in the sky. A storm is coming.
You pick up the bag of juice and put the bills in your money clip. These bills ain't free, and your career as a headcrusher has come at a heavy price.
What do you think of your message jobs?
It's not like I really enjoy 'em, but I do 'em for the family.
It's the one thing I'm good at.
Doing them makes me physically sick.
Stats posted:
Name: Sam
Clips: 0
How many kills you've gotten in—tonight, anyway.
Contracts: 1
Deals secured.
Juice: 10100
Cash money.
How are you feeling, headcrusher? You're in tip-top shape? Good to know.
Heat: 55%
The cops on your tail.
Jumpin' the Gun: 51%
Jumping in without thinking things through.
Respect: 50%
Honor and devotion to the mob. Also, your reputation—how much people fear you.
Savvy: 77% (+1)
Thinking with your head, not with your fists.
Take it to the Mattresses!: 57%
Brawling, fighting, and getting violent.
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Apr 17, 2015 04:33
Force Lightning
