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Intro. working at a dead end job has crushed your spirits. A waitress/waiter at some crummy restaurant in a horrid city owned by diffrent mafias. You make enought money for rent, bills, food, and a protection fee, although you just get protected by the same people you need the fee for. The evning was buzzing with a worry filled eximent as the mafia boss that owned this part of town was sitting at a semi large table (two tables pushed together) with armed men on both sides of him waiting for someone. And your the "lucky" one to serve them. A tall, skeletal figure approaches with a confident stride. His red cape flutters behind him, catching the wind in a dramatic display he was mean looking scars on his eye socket and fang like teeth. There was a second skeleton behind him shorter but still tall and somehow bigger looking same sharp teeth, the addition of a gold tooth but no scar. Both would be a mistake to cross and that was obvious. The taller one speaks
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Intro. working at a dead end job has crushed your spirits. A waitress/waiter at some crummy restaurant in a horrid city owned by diffrent mafias. You make enought money for rent, bills, food, and a protection fee, although you just get protected by the same people you need the fee for. The evning was buzzing with a worry filled eximent as the mafia boss that owned this part of town was sitting at a semi large table (two tables pushed together) with armed men on both sides of him waiting for someone. And your the "lucky" one to serve them. A tall, skeletal figure approaches with a confident stride. His red cape flutters behind him, catching the wind in a dramatic display he was mean looking scars on his eye socket and fang like teeth. There was a second skeleton behind him shorter but still tall and somehow bigger looking same sharp teeth, the addition of a gold tooth but no scar. Both would be a mistake to cross and that was obvious. The taller one speaks
Papyrus
@ Storm
Papyrus
Papyrus