He looks at you and you think you spot a glimmer... of respect. "We're all characters in some sort of story, friend. I guess you'll play the villain who mops his floors."
'I have other people to mop my floors. And magic, if needs be. But yes, I will be the villain with the clean floor. How about you? What have you been doing?'
"I've been living. Driving fast, playing music loud, branding my mark on every wall, train and fence post that can take my prescient paint. Making friends and growling at chained up dogs who growl back. Smashing windows with baseballs and bullet holes and trampling the petunias underneath my boots. Scratching my name on bathroom stalls and burning gasoline. I do my best to stay alive, man."
'Sounds like you're doing good, then. By your standards. No run-ins with the local nighmares?'
"Some, but nothing bad. It's actually been real quiet lately. Maybe folks are just tired of me, or maybe it's the calm before the storm." He shrugs. The paint on the train is starting to look like a devilish cat chasing a fleeing mouse.
'Nice paintwork.'
"Thanks." You notice another shape forming behind the devilish cat. Another mouse seems to be standing behind the ferocious feline. The mouse is holding a blood splattered mallet above his head and it seems ready to bring it down on the cat's skull. "My paint is prescient. It's one of my Dark Artes. Past, present, and future truths are smeared in a sheet of spray-on color. Dirty divination."
He looks at you and you think you spot a glimmer... of respect. "We're all characters in some sort of story, friend. I guess you'll play the villain who mops his floors."
'I have other people to mop my floors. And magic, if needs be. But yes, I will be the villain with the clean floor. How about you? What have you been doing?'
"I've been living. Driving fast, playing music loud, branding my mark on every wall, train and fence post that can take my prescient paint. Making friends and growling at chained up dogs who growl back. Smashing windows with baseballs and bullet holes and trampling the petunias underneath my boots. Scratching my name on bathroom stalls and burning gasoline. I do my best to stay alive, man."
'Sounds like you're doing good, then. By your standards. No run-ins with the local nighmares?'
"Some, but nothing bad. It's actually been real quiet lately. Maybe folks are just tired of me, or maybe it's the calm before the storm." He shrugs. The paint on the train is starting to look like a devilish cat chasing a fleeing mouse.
'Nice paintwork.'
"Thanks." You notice another shape forming behind the devilish cat. Another mouse seems to be standing behind the ferocious feline. The mouse is holding a blood splattered mallet above his head and it seems ready to bring it down on the cat's skull. "My paint is prescient. It's one of my Dark Artes. Past, present, and future truths are smeared in a sheet of spray-on color. Dirty divination."
'That makes a lot of sense. Ugh, don't remind me. I know the hammer is coming some day. Best to live as if it isn't, though. Maybe you're right about living in the moment'
He looks at you and you think you spot a glimmer... of respect. "We're all characters in some sort of story, friend. I guess you'll play the villain who mops his floors."
'I have other people to mop my floors. And magic, if needs be. But yes, I will be the villain with the clean floor. How about you? What have you been doing?'
"I've been living. Driving fast, playing music loud, branding my mark on every wall, train and fence post that can take my prescient paint. Making friends and growling at chained up dogs who growl back. Smashing windows with baseballs and bullet holes and trampling the petunias underneath my boots. Scratching my name on bathroom stalls and burning gasoline. I do my best to stay alive, man."
'Sounds like you're doing good, then. By your standards. No run-ins with the local nighmares?'
"Some, but nothing bad. It's actually been real quiet lately. Maybe folks are just tired of me, or maybe it's the calm before the storm." He shrugs. The paint on the train is starting to look like a devilish cat chasing a fleeing mouse.
'Nice paintwork.'
"Thanks." You notice another shape forming behind the devilish cat. Another mouse seems to be standing behind the ferocious feline. The mouse is holding a blood splattered mallet above his head and it seems ready to bring it down on the cat's skull. "My paint is prescient. It's one of my Dark Artes. Past, present, and future truths are smeared in a sheet of spray-on color. Dirty divination."
'That makes a lot of sense. Ugh, don't remind me. I know the hammer is coming some day. Best to live as if it isn't, though. Maybe you're right about living in the moment'
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
He looks at you and you think you spot a glimmer... of respect. "We're all characters in some sort of story, friend. I guess you'll play the villain who mops his floors."
'I have other people to mop my floors. And magic, if needs be. But yes, I will be the villain with the clean floor. How about you? What have you been doing?'
"I've been living. Driving fast, playing music loud, branding my mark on every wall, train and fence post that can take my prescient paint. Making friends and growling at chained up dogs who growl back. Smashing windows with baseballs and bullet holes and trampling the petunias underneath my boots. Scratching my name on bathroom stalls and burning gasoline. I do my best to stay alive, man."
'Sounds like you're doing good, then. By your standards. No run-ins with the local nighmares?'
"Some, but nothing bad. It's actually been real quiet lately. Maybe folks are just tired of me, or maybe it's the calm before the storm." He shrugs. The paint on the train is starting to look like a devilish cat chasing a fleeing mouse.
'Nice paintwork.'
"Thanks." You notice another shape forming behind the devilish cat. Another mouse seems to be standing behind the ferocious feline. The mouse is holding a blood splattered mallet above his head and it seems ready to bring it down on the cat's skull. "My paint is prescient. It's one of my Dark Artes. Past, present, and future truths are smeared in a sheet of spray-on color. Dirty divination."
'That makes a lot of sense. Ugh, don't remind me. I know the hammer is coming some day. Best to live as if it isn't, though. Maybe you're right about living in the moment'
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
"That's like... I don't know... accepting the avalanche that's about to wipe out everything you've built." He laughs at his dumb analogy, "I try to be faster than any avalanche. I try to fall faster than any hammers so I don't get hit." Then he looks back at you seriously, "I don't think the nature of a Nightmare has to determine what you really are. You can still be a living nightmare, an incarnation of fear, and be a complicate person with feelings and beliefs and fears and nose hair."
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
"That's like... I don't know... accepting the avalanche that's about to wipe out everything you've built." He laughs at his dumb analogy, "I try to be faster than any avalanche. I try to fall faster than any hammers so I don't get hit." Then he looks back at you seriously, "I don't think the nature of a Nightmare has to determine what you really are. You can still be a living nightmare, an incarnation of fear, and be a complicate person with feelings and beliefs and fears and nose hair."
'Say you have a mansion that's going to be hit by an avalanche. It's a nice mansion, got everything you want in it. But it can't be moved, and nobody wants to buy it, cause it's in the way of an avalanche. Sure, you could go and live in some poky old flat out of harms way. Or, you could sit tight, enjoy life. Do what mortals do. They know they're gonna die, it don't stop them living. And they'd live longer if they lived off of lettuce and spring water, but who wants that? Better to have your hamburgers and good wine and be done with it when it's over. And, yeah, I guess you do count as a complicated person with feelings. I got beliefs, but I can't do feelings. I'm here to hurt people, plain and simple. A 2-dimensional cartoon devil could do my job just as well, maybe better. Cause in the end, it's not me the person they need to fear, it's the me that's already inside them'
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
"That's like... I don't know... accepting the avalanche that's about to wipe out everything you've built." He laughs at his dumb analogy, "I try to be faster than any avalanche. I try to fall faster than any hammers so I don't get hit." Then he looks back at you seriously, "I don't think the nature of a Nightmare has to determine what you really are. You can still be a living nightmare, an incarnation of fear, and be a complicate person with feelings and beliefs and fears and nose hair."
'Say you have a mansion that's going to be hit by an avalanche. It's a nice mansion, got everything you want in it. But it can't be moved, and nobody wants to buy it, cause it's in the way of an avalanche. Sure, you could go and live in some poky old flat out of harms way. Or, you could sit tight, enjoy life. Do what mortals do. They know they're gonna die, it don't stop them living. And they'd live longer if they lived off of lettuce and spring water, but who wants that? Better to have your hamburgers and good wine and be done with it when it's over. And, yeah, I guess you do count as a complicated person with feelings. I got beliefs, but I can't do feelings. I'm here to hurt people, plain and simple. A 2-dimensional cartoon devil could do my job just as well, maybe better. Cause in the end, it's not me the person they need to fear, it's the me that's already inside them'
"That's why you can't get tied down to possessions. The only things I keep are my impala, which can outrun just about any avalanche, and my piercings and tats which have practically become part of my body. And a baseball bat but that can easily be replaced. If it can't fit in the trunk of my car then I don't need it. Anything else will just slow you down, and I'm diametrically opposed to anything slow. I'd choose a poky old flat over a mansion under an avalanche any day. And I'd choose a cheap motel room with one TV channel, moldy carpets, and wallpaper thick with the smell of cigarette smoke over a poky old flat." He pauses, "I think I may have missed the point of what you were saying but whatever. I was having to much fun with that analogy. You've got goals and you stick to them. I'll give you that."
"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
"That's like... I don't know... accepting the avalanche that's about to wipe out everything you've built." He laughs at his dumb analogy, "I try to be faster than any avalanche. I try to fall faster than any hammers so I don't get hit." Then he looks back at you seriously, "I don't think the nature of a Nightmare has to determine what you really are. You can still be a living nightmare, an incarnation of fear, and be a complicate person with feelings and beliefs and fears and nose hair."
'Say you have a mansion that's going to be hit by an avalanche. It's a nice mansion, got everything you want in it. But it can't be moved, and nobody wants to buy it, cause it's in the way of an avalanche. Sure, you could go and live in some poky old flat out of harms way. Or, you could sit tight, enjoy life. Do what mortals do. They know they're gonna die, it don't stop them living. And they'd live longer if they lived off of lettuce and spring water, but who wants that? Better to have your hamburgers and good wine and be done with it when it's over. And, yeah, I guess you do count as a complicated person with feelings. I got beliefs, but I can't do feelings. I'm here to hurt people, plain and simple. A 2-dimensional cartoon devil could do my job just as well, maybe better. Cause in the end, it's not me the person they need to fear, it's the me that's already inside them'
"That's why you can't get tied down to possessions. The only things I keep are my impala, which can outrun just about any avalanche, and my piercings and tats which have practically become part of my body. And a baseball bat but that can easily be replaced. If it can't fit in the trunk of my car then I don't need it. Anything else will just slow you down, and I'm diametrically opposed to anything slow. I'd choose a poky old flat over a mansion under an avalanche any day. And I'd choose a cheap motel room with one TV channel, moldy carpets, and wallpaper thick with the smell of cigarette smoke over a poky old flat." He pauses, "I think I may have missed the point of what you were saying but whatever. I was having to much fun with that analogy. You've got goals and you stick to them. I'll give you that."
'You make a good point. Poky flat, cheap motel room. Whatever. At least you don't live in the sewer. Got to draw a line somewhere.'
"That's why you can't get tied down to possessions. The only things I keep are my impala, which can outrun just about any avalanche, and my piercings and tats which have practically become part of my body. And a baseball bat but that can easily be replaced. If it can't fit in the trunk of my car then I don't need it. Anything else will just slow you down, and I'm diametrically opposed to anything slow. I'd choose a poky old flat over a mansion under an avalanche any day. And I'd choose a cheap motel room with one TV channel, moldy carpets, and wallpaper thick with the smell of cigarette smoke over a poky old flat." He pauses, "I think I may have missed the point of what you were saying but whatever. I was having to much fun with that analogy. You've got goals and you stick to them. I'll give you that."
'You make a good point. Poky flat, cheap motel room. Whatever. At least you don't live in the sewer. Got to draw a line somewhere.'
"I don't know man," He raises his hands up in a grinning shrug, "I've spent the night in a ditch or two but never in the sewers. I don't think I'd be that opposed to it though."
"That's why you can't get tied down to possessions. The only things I keep are my impala, which can outrun just about any avalanche, and my piercings and tats which have practically become part of my body. And a baseball bat but that can easily be replaced. If it can't fit in the trunk of my car then I don't need it. Anything else will just slow you down, and I'm diametrically opposed to anything slow. I'd choose a poky old flat over a mansion under an avalanche any day. And I'd choose a cheap motel room with one TV channel, moldy carpets, and wallpaper thick with the smell of cigarette smoke over a poky old flat." He pauses, "I think I may have missed the point of what you were saying but whatever. I was having to much fun with that analogy. You've got goals and you stick to them. I'll give you that."
'You make a good point. Poky flat, cheap motel room. Whatever. At least you don't live in the sewer. Got to draw a line somewhere.'
"I don't know man," He raises his hands up in a grinning shrug, "I've spent the night in a ditch or two but never in the sewers. I don't think I'd be that opposed to it though."
'I must confess, I nearly did. But then again, I got a hazmat suit, so that doesn't count. Still kept my hands clean. But you'd want to be avoiding that place like the plague, we got an enemy down there. Who probably carries the plague, to be fair.'
"I don't know man," He raises his hands up in a grinning shrug, "I've spent the night in a ditch or two but never in the sewers. I don't think I'd be that opposed to it though."
'I must confess, I nearly did. But then again, I got a hazmat suit, so that doesn't count. Still kept my hands clean. But you'd want to be avoiding that place like the plague, we got an enemy down there. Who probably carries the plague, to be fair.'
"I like to think of enemies as friends with violent inclinations towards you." He says a smile that seems to have some hard edge to it, "And I can't think of anyone in the pipes who has any violent inclinations against me."
"I don't know man," He raises his hands up in a grinning shrug, "I've spent the night in a ditch or two but never in the sewers. I don't think I'd be that opposed to it though."
'I must confess, I nearly did. But then again, I got a hazmat suit, so that doesn't count. Still kept my hands clean. But you'd want to be avoiding that place like the plague, we got an enemy down there. Who probably carries the plague, to be fair.'
"I like to think of enemies as friends with violent inclinations towards you." He says a smile that seems to have some hard edge to it, "And I can't think of anyone in the pipes who has any violent inclinations against me."
'Maybe that's a good way to put it, for most folk. Most enemies can be persuaded to aid you, and most friends can be persuaded to betray you. But this guy? He's the mouse I got to catch, and the one with the mallet behind me. He'll have to be dealt with, but not by moving in as his next door neighbour. We're not going down to his level. Literally'
"Thanks." You notice another shape forming behind the devilish cat. Another mouse seems to be standing behind the ferocious feline. The mouse is holding a blood splattered mallet above his head and it seems ready to bring it down on the cat's skull. "My paint is prescient. It's one of my Dark Artes. Past, present, and future truths are smeared in a sheet of spray-on color. Dirty divination."
'That makes a lot of sense. Ugh, don't remind me. I know the hammer is coming some day. Best to live as if it isn't, though. Maybe you're right about living in the moment'
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"It makes sense to you? It sure don't to me but I roll with it anyways." He surveys the painting, "I do see a hammer. But if there is a mallet hanging over your head, is it best to ignore it?"
'Not much I can do about it, besides going off and being a regular mortal. I'm a Nightmare. I'm fear. And as long as I don't lose my own nature, then I'd bet that hammer's always going to be there. Best I can do is be ready to pass the torch when I have to.'
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"That's like... I don't know... accepting the avalanche that's about to wipe out everything you've built." He laughs at his dumb analogy, "I try to be faster than any avalanche. I try to fall faster than any hammers so I don't get hit." Then he looks back at you seriously, "I don't think the nature of a Nightmare has to determine what you really are. You can still be a living nightmare, an incarnation of fear, and be a complicate person with feelings and beliefs and fears and nose hair."
'Say you have a mansion that's going to be hit by an avalanche. It's a nice mansion, got everything you want in it. But it can't be moved, and nobody wants to buy it, cause it's in the way of an avalanche. Sure, you could go and live in some poky old flat out of harms way. Or, you could sit tight, enjoy life. Do what mortals do. They know they're gonna die, it don't stop them living. And they'd live longer if they lived off of lettuce and spring water, but who wants that? Better to have your hamburgers and good wine and be done with it when it's over. And, yeah, I guess you do count as a complicated person with feelings. I got beliefs, but I can't do feelings. I'm here to hurt people, plain and simple. A 2-dimensional cartoon devil could do my job just as well, maybe better. Cause in the end, it's not me the person they need to fear, it's the me that's already inside them'
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"That's why you can't get tied down to possessions. The only things I keep are my impala, which can outrun just about any avalanche, and my piercings and tats which have practically become part of my body. And a baseball bat but that can easily be replaced. If it can't fit in the trunk of my car then I don't need it. Anything else will just slow you down, and I'm diametrically opposed to anything slow. I'd choose a poky old flat over a mansion under an avalanche any day. And I'd choose a cheap motel room with one TV channel, moldy carpets, and wallpaper thick with the smell of cigarette smoke over a poky old flat." He pauses, "I think I may have missed the point of what you were saying but whatever. I was having to much fun with that analogy. You've got goals and you stick to them. I'll give you that."
'You make a good point. Poky flat, cheap motel room. Whatever. At least you don't live in the sewer. Got to draw a line somewhere.'
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you hear a faint cry
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
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'Everyone ok?'
A gaunt, slightly monstrous-looking figure peers out from a drain grate in the street
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"I don't know man," He raises his hands up in a grinning shrug, "I've spent the night in a ditch or two but never in the sewers. I don't think I'd be that opposed to it though."
'I must confess, I nearly did. But then again, I got a hazmat suit, so that doesn't count. Still kept my hands clean. But you'd want to be avoiding that place like the plague, we got an enemy down there. Who probably carries the plague, to be fair.'
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you see a faint light with a hand clinging to the vent. blood dripping. "help!"
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
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"I like to think of enemies as friends with violent inclinations towards you." He says a smile that seems to have some hard edge to it, "And I can't think of anyone in the pipes who has any violent inclinations against me."
'It's okay, I got you'
A bony hand pulls open the grate, offering to take them down into the shadows
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the face was different. it was lizard like but it was a kid "who are you?" he grabbed his hand
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
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'Maybe that's a good way to put it, for most folk. Most enemies can be persuaded to aid you, and most friends can be persuaded to betray you. But this guy? He's the mouse I got to catch, and the one with the mallet behind me. He'll have to be dealt with, but not by moving in as his next door neighbour. We're not going down to his level. Literally'
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'They call me the Slink. Don't worry, I'm not a monster. I can get you bandaged up'
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the blood doesn't look like his
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
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'Heck, kid, what have you done? Well, as long as it wasn't too bad, who cares?'
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