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Still mostly asleep, you roll yourself out of bed and over to your closet, managing to put on a black sleeveless tank top with a pawprint on the back, as well as a pair of black and red short shorts and a set of black thigh highs with red stripes near the top. You then fumble through your nightstand drawer, retrieving a razor-sharp scalpel that you picked up from the dumpsters outside the hospital last week, and your student ID, which has a picture of you from freshman year on it, as well as some basic information.

Name: Navi Alkovin
Gender: Male
Date of Enrollment: 08/26/2011

You tuck both the scalpel and the ID into the back pocket of your bookbag, and start heading upstairs to grab a bowl of cereal when you feel the ground shake beneath you. It's only a small quake, but living up in the northwest bit of New York state, the fact that there's an earthquake happening at all is a bit out of place. There would probably be something on the news about it if you were the type to pay for cable, but fortunately you still have your ways of keeping informed. You turn on an old radio at the top of the stairs, and are in the process of fiddling through the frequencies to find the news when there's a knock at your door.

Name: Hanorey Hoobles
Gender: Mefale
Appearance: Really huge fucking moobs. Is really serious and doesn't afraid of anything. Even Willard Walin. He has brown hair and a kick ass 20 foot long mustache.

I suppose that I should mention that this is intended to be at least semi-serious...

Willard seals the lid onto the barrel before giving it a shove, sending it rolling towards the remaining villagers.

I could 'zoom out' to a total of 17 million pixels total, but then each building would be a single pixel and you'd have to tell them apart by color. What I might be able to do though is zoom it to that amount and then have people focus on managing the nation as a whole instead of the individual villages. Still a lot of bookkeeping, but it's a start.

"Whooo boy! Now that was one hell of a bang! Lucky thing it didn't set off my gunpowder stash when it happened. Speakin' of which, that gives me an idea..."

Willard springs to his feet and dives behind the bar, smashing anything that might produce a jagged edge and putting the shards into whatever sort of pot or container he can find, along with a fair amount of demolition powder.

Fire a shell into Sean's kneecap. Or head. So long as it stops him.

Willabella spots Kyle as he walks into the store and follows him to the bakery.

"Hmmm... I'd have thought that you'd go straight to the deli instead of the bakery. Probably for the better though. Otherwise you'd eat all of the meat and we'd be stuck with casserole tonight."