Canon is Mad Max

[toochromeforthisshit]

Pulled out of Valhalla for-for-for what? This?! This is nothing! Less than nothing!

And YOU! You're filth. Not worthy to sift sludge out of the cesspools in Gastown. Least of all to order me around. My name is historic! And you're just scum-suck.

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[lanced]

Nah. Your name is...


















Mediocre.

[wow. rekt]

[toochromeforthisshit]

[All up in your face now Slit.]

Who died historic? Who's name was shouted? Remembered? Who was witnessed and awaited?

Not you Slit.

[lanced]

[morsov's a little bigger, but it doesn't put him off.]

Everyone already forgot about you!

[toochromeforthisshit]

I don't see you in Valhalla!

[And it's shoving time.]

[lanced]

Oh-- 'n you are? What's it like up there, Morsov?

[shoving him back and baring his teeth in a nasty sneer.]

[toochromeforthisshit]

[Oh how he'd like to rip those staples right out of your face.]

Perfect! Everything we were promised. 'Cept you'll never see it.

[He grins. Manic. Maybe he will rip those things out. Throwing back an arm he aims a punch right at Slit's stupid lopsided sneer.]

[lanced]

Shut it, smeg-head, you're all psychotic!

[slit has never been good at dodging or blocking so he takes the punch straight to the jaw. pausing only a second to rub at it with spread fingers, he retaliates quick enough, slugging at morsov's gut.]

[toochromeforthisshit]

[He should have expected that since he's just socked the guy, but it catches him full force and he goes careening backwards, doubled over. He's grinning through the pain though.]

Heh. You know. You know you'll never see it.