Sep 26, 2010 13:40
[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm-]
To the one who stole what's mine...
[-only to become a sharply hissed whisper]
I will find you.
[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]
*phone
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[And just when you thought he couldn't get any creepier.
Slugger reluctantly hangs up the phone, satisfied with having already broadcasted his intent for vengeance.]
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Perhaps you'd like to tell me what this is about? Droned one day, dead another?
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[Perhaps not the full truth but what "little boy" doesn't love games, Miss Susan?]
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How quaint. Tell me about this game of yours, Slugger.
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[Hesitant. He folds his arms and continues in a monotone]
Player 1 bashes in the skull of Player 2 at risk of droning. Player 2 returns favor and steals item of interest from Player 1. Player 1 then seeks to regain lost item in order to even scores.
[shrug] Put simply.
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He was suffering. I provided an outlet for escape. That's my vocation.
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[Pointedly not addressing the second part of her remark.]
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