Friday, June 29, 2007
Had that dream again, of the city where its always nighttime, all darkness and neon signage. Its a rather quaint place. Drizzles often, occasional suicide, not too shabby.
I was Stardragon, my rogue, and it seems someone hired me to take out a competitor. Fellow assassins are always fun to kill, tougher than the average lemming, at least.
People think they are safe behind windows, above the ground - a mostly fatal mistake. Walls are fair game, they don't call it a sidewalk for nothing.
People think they are safe behind windows, above the ground - a mostly fatal mistake. Walls are fair game, they don't call it a sidewalk for nothing.
A handhold here, another grab there, and i reach my quarry. Windows do give a false sense of security. Just a face full of shrapnel waiting to happen.
Werewolves don't fight with their eyes, though, they use their nose. Nevertheless, it fights clumsily and recklessly, all the more for its injury. Really, they don't make assassins the same nowadays. I suspect I've been followed, but Eek should have taken care of that.
As you can see, gentlemen, I even practice in my sleep. I suppose I require a raise.
See you next mission, I hope to find you alive.
C
Werewolves don't fight with their eyes, though, they use their nose. Nevertheless, it fights clumsily and recklessly, all the more for its injury. Really, they don't make assassins the same nowadays. I suspect I've been followed, but Eek should have taken care of that.
As you can see, gentlemen, I even practice in my sleep. I suppose I require a raise.
See you next mission, I hope to find you alive.
C
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