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So what the hell am I supposed to be, some kind of hobo cowboy? Kind of hard to play Cowboys & Indians when you've got the other guy's peace pipe.
Time to get sacrilegious. Not that it's a peaceful night in the first place, but somebody should appreciate the fucking irony.
OOC || Strikes are gone like the winddd. Mello's dressed in an extremely questionable cowboy-themed costume: battered old hat, his trusty denim jacket and leather pants with a crappy lasso across his shoulders, and has swapped out for one heeled & spurred cowboy boot.
He's also heading to the Northern Lights Bar party, and whacking the hell out of monsters on the way with the bowl of this baby.
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So what the hell am I supposed to be, some kind of hobo cowboy? Kind of hard to play Cowboys & Indians when you've got the other guy's peace pipe.
Time to get sacrilegious. Not that it's a peaceful night in the first place, but somebody should appreciate the fucking irony.
OOC || Strikes are gone like the winddd. Mello's dressed in an extremely questionable cowboy-themed costume: battered old hat, his trusty denim jacket and leather pants with a crappy lasso across his shoulders, and has swapped out for one heeled & spurred cowboy boot.
He's also heading to the Northern Lights Bar party, and whacking the hell out of monsters on the way with the bowl of this baby.
