Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-24652012-20141204001843

(I forgot I was going to make a seen this hour)

A man lays newly on the table, he is striped of everything and redressed in leather (leather is what I uselly wear, its my bath robe, so comfortable, but I can make another one.)

I begin qeastioning him: "Are you a member of a foolish and wicked alliance known as black fang?"

man on table: "Of corse I am, what kind of stupid qeastion is that?"

Me: "I want to be absalotly sure I remember this qeastion, who sent you?"

Man on table: "Do you sireosly not know by now? or are you wasting perfectly good time? by now I could have told you something usful like that it was the caption of the ship The Ever Watchful that helped let us in. And you spend 8 days asking things you already know?"

I stick a rapier into his heart and street through the table, the pain is very real, but he is still alive....

man on table: "I don't understand, why am I still alive?"

me: "You have been injected with a drug that encourages irritation at stupid questions while decreasing your desire not to blurt things out, and it hasn't been 8 days, only 8 hours, your in a simulator, that blade in your heart will become real only by the next time some one comes in. Right now I am preparing the (lost count) civilian evac, this time to Mu Gasto. And theirs no way you can tell anyone.

man on table: "But isn't that a chat planet?"

as I leave I laugh.