Post by rabidbite on Aug 15, 2012 6:19:27 GMT -5
So, i get the latest patch from Amazon.com and:
An incarnation of Rabid Rabbit struts into the Palace of his De Valtos benefactors, 5 ranks of decorations on his chest. Of course he usually uses them to play poker with, but the stuffed shirts of De Valtos don't need to know that. Weak meat each and every one of them.
The pencil pusher behind the dirty brown polished granite desk of the Admiralty House pushes Rabid's easily earned reward.
Rabid winks at the man and reads it.
"For outstanding service to the De Valtos regime, we here by award you with authority to learn Zealot (Rapid Rank II achivement)."
Rabid grins, "Peace of cake. Made it with a year and change to spare." A true brag, which makes it so much the sweeter.
The pencil pusher scoffs, "You mean 5 years to spare. Everyone can do this now, the deadline was pushed to seven years from initial acceptance of the task. I know my kid sister has one and she uses it to wipe her arse."
Rabid stares at the man. No, the man didnt seem to be lying. Psychotic images of blood and body parts ride through his mind, the echo of a chainsaw grinding through bone and flesh.
"Your sister most be an accomplished Captain." Rabid temporizes.
"Not really, she just cleans the Palace and spreads it for the Prince."
"Hmm. Tell you what, " Rabid reads the guys tag, "Rupert, I think I'm going to go --->meat<--- your sister now. Then I'm going to go meat you, your mother and father and discuss your future. Your quality of thought ... has impressed me."
Subsequently a Rumor spread that The Prince went into hidding, because of a failed assasination attempt while with his concubine.
The assailant is still at large.
rabid
PS: I gotta write a story with this homocidal maniac.
An incarnation of Rabid Rabbit struts into the Palace of his De Valtos benefactors, 5 ranks of decorations on his chest. Of course he usually uses them to play poker with, but the stuffed shirts of De Valtos don't need to know that. Weak meat each and every one of them.
The pencil pusher behind the dirty brown polished granite desk of the Admiralty House pushes Rabid's easily earned reward.
Rabid winks at the man and reads it.
"For outstanding service to the De Valtos regime, we here by award you with authority to learn Zealot (Rapid Rank II achivement)."
Rabid grins, "Peace of cake. Made it with a year and change to spare." A true brag, which makes it so much the sweeter.
The pencil pusher scoffs, "You mean 5 years to spare. Everyone can do this now, the deadline was pushed to seven years from initial acceptance of the task. I know my kid sister has one and she uses it to wipe her arse."
Rabid stares at the man. No, the man didnt seem to be lying. Psychotic images of blood and body parts ride through his mind, the echo of a chainsaw grinding through bone and flesh.
"Your sister most be an accomplished Captain." Rabid temporizes.
"Not really, she just cleans the Palace and spreads it for the Prince."
"Hmm. Tell you what, " Rabid reads the guys tag, "Rupert, I think I'm going to go --->meat<--- your sister now. Then I'm going to go meat you, your mother and father and discuss your future. Your quality of thought ... has impressed me."
Subsequently a Rumor spread that The Prince went into hidding, because of a failed assasination attempt while with his concubine.
The assailant is still at large.
rabid
PS: I gotta write a story with this homocidal maniac.
