first piece of penance for forgetting Chris and anyone else. Borders on what I know of the Truth (not much). Was in a weird mood this morning!
"This stuff cost me an arm and a leg, and Jo-Jo had to get it from that Darknight she's screwing, so it better be good."
Sound of someone hand rolling cigarettes
"Glad we came down here, the cig papers aren't getting dripped on. How did you find out about this place Kris?"
'Saw it on Gorezone. Sour Blood got killed down here. How long are you going to be, I need a joint.'
Sound of lighters getting sparked and deep inhalations
"Hmm, that tastes good, what do you think Max?"
'Not bad.'
Sound of deep inhalation, followed by slight coughing
'Not bad at all. I feel mellower already. Just what I need after a shift on the Wall.'
"Hmm, I knew what you mean. Don't you think it's cool how the shadows shift when you exhale?"
'And how the sound of cars on the road above sounds like thunder.'
"And how the drips of water sound like approaching powersuits."
Sound of uncontrollable giggling
'Wouldn't it be funny if all this didn't exist. If it was all a bad trip in someones head?'
"Profound, real profound. This stuff's good!"
'Like, what if it was all a dream that someone was having?'
"Yeah, but who? You, Me, Kris?"
'What about Slayer or Intruder?'
"Or that strange ebon down the road? Who knows. It would have to be a fucking intense trip to think up something like Mort."
Sound of a gunshot
"What the fuck?"
Sound of another gunshot
"Shit! Kris? Max?"
Sound of powered armour moving out of the shadows
'Shiver O'Neill, Agent Jackson, Stigmatyr. Please die.'
Sound of bullet entering head and exiting followed by brain splattering on the floor
'Agent Jackson to Guidance. Leak fixed, returning to base. Fucking bastards bleed on my nice white armour.'
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