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« on: November 20, 2015, 01:40:14 pm »
((While being the most accurate rendition of Monty Python's Black Knight I've pulled off thus far would be pretty fucking funny, I do think it's for the best the gun gets pocketed.
MY GUN NOW NEVER GETTING IT BACK MEMEHEHEMEHMEHEMEHWMWJEJJWE))
Xan ventures to the closest seat and sits down in it, looking toward the collapsed tower of the Most High.
"I don't know if that fucking heart is dead or not, but it is good to see its home destroyed.
Have you been told anything in particular about the gun that would explain its power and versatility?"
He looks again toward the collapsed spire.
"Shame Tarmac had to die. He was the only one left who shared my oath to find the First Heaven. I'll keep it for as long as I'm able to, of course, but what's the use of a shared oath with only yourself to keep it with?"
He gazes about at his disparate companions. An armless car wanderer, a selfish hyena, a rather amicable bird... they might do.
"Would any of you be interested in joining me in my oath? There's power in such things."
Chillax now that we're out of danger, extend offer to join my blood pact.
