"You", the dark entity roared. Despicable looks behind him. What he sees is sheer hatred. He can't help but think it has something to do with his fedora hat and nice mustache as he turns and runs as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Do you really think that will help you (He runs like a rat in maze)," the Horror bemoaned to him. Black figures start to spawn from the entity as a sheer grin starts to show in the in the missing light.
He keeps running, soon losing sight of the monstrosity. Once he feels safe he slows down for a rest. I need a drink or something to wipe my brow with Despicable thinks. Someone passes him handkerchief.
"Why thank you," as he looks over a dark bowler hat has started to devour his arm.
Ahhhh AHhhh.
"We caught him, (Teach the Interlopers); We will be Victorious, (To the Victors go the Spoils); Didn't he know that Bowler Hats are the Best Type, (Oh So lovely.)" The entity mosey over, flicking a bit or two of its handy work out of the way.
Looking down, "Seems this one is a diversion, (Time is Durable.) Not the Ones We seek, (the Old Foe is coming.) We shall find another, (A Better)."
The entity left leaving a shell of a man behind. The man looks down in horror seeing what he was a party to. "What have I done, he was just a Townie."
In another part of town...
Mop it Up looks down at a list she had jotted down. Let's see what's next. Rubber duckie with Red Spots needed to be placed on the Corner of South and Main. Gold Bull statue turned 34 Degrees Southwest. blah blah blah. She wonders how she went from a full field commander to an errand girl. A glorious mission command had told her. Critical to the success of the future they said. What Power does a rubber duckie have anyway. At least she lucked out; She heard Brando had gotten assigned to the salt mines of 834.
She shuttered just at the thought.
"Hello Mam, are you Miss M.I. Up?"
He was somewhat ruggedly handsome.
"I do Believe I am," slightly fanning herself for effect, "What, may I ask, is this about besides my captivating looks, darling?"
"Under the authority given to me you are under arrest in accordance to the temporary voting act of 20xx."
It will be a shame about his looks. Quickly Miss Up swirls around hurling acid at the officer.
If I can only make it to the safe house, she thinks as she slides down the road as fast as possible.
*Wooooo hrrrrrr*
*Pow*
She feels a set of bulls running into her back as enough voltage runs through her to light the Rockefeller Plaza Christmas Tree. At least it wasn't salt she thinks.
After getting there man into the ambulance the backup goes to see if Mop it up survived.
"Wow, what do we have here, that’s not a women that’s a large piece of escargot."
The Autopsy official determined that Mop it Up was indeed awfully slimey and lacking any real legs. Using the facts present it was ruled that she was Mafia.
A number of Years currently after The Mira Event...
Tom Sheffield is not a lucky man. Just this morning his shoe split while stepping into a puddle. A puddle in a town with scheduled rain. He was a man of low-average means trying to keep a family. When something caught his eye a Rubber Duck with a Red spot. His son would love it and no one has claimed it. In fact it seems to had been here a while...
Jonathon Clark Sheffield stepped onto the duck shaped mud rug of his office. The office was small and full of various study materials. Where there wasn't study materials there where rubber ducks, peeps, painted ducks, etc. He has loved ducks since his childhood. Especially his first one with the Red Spot. In fact they have became the focus of his automaton project. With there cute bodies and their themic Resilience ducks made the perfect AI Platform...
It works, thought Jonathon C. Sheffield. Never having any kids of his own he was delighted to final have a son. Rubert Sheffield or Rub for short. He dared anyone to find a more perfect little boy. He just cooed when he saw his yellow son russelling around...
Today was a sad day for Rubert Sheffield. His father had died. No one came to the funeral. That was when Rub started wondering the stars trying to find a place of his own. On the edge of known space he eventually found peace and materials. For Rubert thought, it was time to start a family of his own...
So as told by my father and he told by his father that is the Proud start of the Space Faring race of Robo-Duckions. Brokers of Peace. Mediators of Balance. Dispensers of Retribution. Preventers of Howard the Duck.
Topic: Mafia L: A Ripple in the Pond (Day 3) (Read 11544 times)
