03-02-2017, 10:30 PM
Let me tell you a story, dearie. It all started with a little tequila. There was this party, just for the alumni. To celebrate people who had ‘achieved greatness in their pursuits’. And I mean that’s almost as pretentious as people who actually pretend to believe in their readings in the zodiac. Anyway, so they’re talking about this woman who invented some new cure for the common cough. Mostly, I was imagining how great it would be to be back at the hotel, maybe in the jacuzzi. Minding my own business, drinking my margarita. But the speaker had this monotonous voice, you know the kind, and I was totally zoned out when a shadow fell over the window. We all looked up and there was this guy in the window with an honest-to-goodness bazooka. ‘Where is the professor?’, he said, and to be honest he sounded pretty civil. No, don’t be so cynical. It’s totally possible to sound civil and still be, to all appearances, holding a room hostage with a bazooka. Well, obviously a lot of the other guests at dinner didn’t think so either, because what came next was total panic. Until he yelled ‘FREEZE’ in a much less friendly voice and everyone froze. ‘Nobody else has to get hurt’, were his next (rather stereotypical) words. I was trying to decide if it was worth the effort to hide under the table, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my fibula. I blinked, and I was sitting at home, in my own bathtub. My roommate walking into view a minute later, and his only comment was ‘I forgot you can’t hold your liquor’. With the pounding of my head I couldn’t think of a snarky response so I asked, ‘Is there anymore pizza?’. And what is the moral of this story, dearie? Obviously, it’s don’t do anything to get invited to a party for the super successful.
Stealing 2 from a Place (since everything is the same now, I'm assuming there's no Kingdom/Herd distinction).
Stealing 2 from a Place (since everything is the same now, I'm assuming there's no Kingdom/Herd distinction).