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[silence like only a dead guy in space can produce]

Claims to have an FG&RP addiction

37/18

Hugh, oblivious to what happened to his car (it being parked 13 miles away), looks up in horror at the events befalling the City of Ababon. He takes out his stick and starts yelling in some unknown language. Ababon's descent slows to a crawl just as it nears the ground, then settles with a small bump into Grawlen Valley.

The Dragon Tyrant God suddenly combusts and vanishes in a cloud of octarine smoke. As the smoke clears, a trenchcoated man walks out, puffing serenely on his cigarette. He reaches inside his jacket, and removes some sort of stick, and mutters something while waving it through the air. The Narrative Walls dematerialise, and the Realm of Tartarus morphs back into a quiet fishing-town wharf.

Hugh, putting the stick away, sits back down on the Bollard, takes another long drag, before throwing his cigarette butt into the water.

"What," he says to no-one in particular. "You thought I'd stay like that forever?"

Some of y'all may've seen this game around before, but for those of you who don't know, Anything Can Happen is a roleplaying game where there is no GM to police it, no rulebook, and no dicerolls (unless you want to, of course; see "no rulebook"). Just play however you want to, and anything you say happens. I fully expect this to devolve into a madhouse by the end of the week. So, without further ado:

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ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN

A tall man emerges from the shadows of a run-down harbour town, with a lit cigarette clamped between his teeth. He takes a long drag, and, pushing the hems of his duster aside, sits town on the one mooring bollard that isn't covered in gull-shit.

Knitted waterfowl

2/10 certainly never seen you around