Death by...frying pan?
Who: Panty & Shannon
What: ATTACK! (Population Control)
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Out in the streets of Mayfield
Warnings: Comical Violence
Panty woke up late in the afternoon, as she often does, to find a strange letter waiting for her on the counter. Normally she wouldn't give a second look to stupid junk mail like this shit, but something caught her attention. Someone was threatening her with a very serious consequence, no more sex. Well, that was simply not an option. Most people might have second thoughts about killing someone just so they wouldn't loose their libido, but most people weren't crazy fallen angels with one thing on their mind.
She didn't really have much in the way of weaponry in the house. She cursed the fact that she had lost Backlace, but there was also the chance it wouldn't be useful anyway. She looked around the kitchen for something she might be able to use. The smart choice would have been a butchers knife but not for this angel. She garbed a rather large frying pan and headed for the door. The photo of the person she was aiming for in her other hand she took the the streets to find her.
That bitch was going down!
What: ATTACK! (Population Control)
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Out in the streets of Mayfield
Warnings: Comical Violence
Panty woke up late in the afternoon, as she often does, to find a strange letter waiting for her on the counter. Normally she wouldn't give a second look to stupid junk mail like this shit, but something caught her attention. Someone was threatening her with a very serious consequence, no more sex. Well, that was simply not an option. Most people might have second thoughts about killing someone just so they wouldn't loose their libido, but most people weren't crazy fallen angels with one thing on their mind.
She didn't really have much in the way of weaponry in the house. She cursed the fact that she had lost Backlace, but there was also the chance it wouldn't be useful anyway. She looked around the kitchen for something she might be able to use. The smart choice would have been a butchers knife but not for this angel. She garbed a rather large frying pan and headed for the door. The photo of the person she was aiming for in her other hand she took the the streets to find her.
That bitch was going down!