originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]A man peaks over the edge, holding a sniper that was aimed at your chest [/b]
"Who's there"
English
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"Yeah, it was. Lost about $346 dollars. And got a concussion because of flying debris."
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"Haha How'd you lose so much?"
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"Well, I'm the worst guesser in the world. 'Hey that looks like a bomb' turns out it isn't a bomb. Then I lose money. And lose more."
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"Damn that's a shame."
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"Meh, not like it mattered. I always stole weapons sold them on the black market."
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"Haha now that's good. Quite the traitor." [b]Watcher chuckles [/b]
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"Hey, gotta make money somehow."
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"Yeah I suppose that's true. And a good idea."
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"Yeah, only problem was trying not to piss off the wrong people. Which I did piss off one group of guys but they wont find me."
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"How did you piss em off?"
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"I may have had to kill some of their guys to get some extra cash."
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"Well done. Really well done."
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"However they did catch me one time. Took me captive, and held me by my ankles in a meat locker. Smelled awful. For some reason the stored a bunch of chemicals for bomb making in there. I was able to access them and make an acid to melt the chains. Then made a bomb and broke the hell out."
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"So you lucked out pretty hard I see
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"Wow. Smart move. Really."