Having recently been here and done this, I'll second what she said. Enjoy the tasty alcohol and the cold comfort that you at least stopped some bastard from sticking it to someone who didn't deserve it.
I'm fine with cold comfort. It's better than no comfort at all, which is what I'm usually used to from life.
I'll have to take your word for it, there. I don't even remember the last time I even really had the opportunity for that, not to mention the TMI-ness of how "means" had been dodgy at best for a good few years.
Mm. I personally enjoy rampaging through Zombie Earths -- and looting their liquor stores -- but I suppose vigilantism's good for that, too, if you've got a city/world that you can manage that in. (I wouldn't want to try if anywhere back in my own universe, but maybe something in a nice basic 20th/21st century non-superhero Earth could be cool.)
We got superheroes. I'm pretty low down on the ladder for them to take any interest, though. Thank Christ. Assholes.
We got that in common. Sadly, my desire to give you something nice to think about on long, cold, lonely nights is ruined by the fact I don't have any of those pictures from underwear modeling in college.
Yeah, well, I'd rather not deal with painting over my armor with a less conspicuous color, and "has guns and maybe a jet-pack" is kind of weak, power-wise, for someone running around in bright orange in a world with, say, Superman or something.
Aw, damn! Obviously, next time, you should keep the negatives in a safety box or something.
I suspect you're probably a much smaller and less brightly-colored target than I am. I also couldn't trust either for a grappling line to handle my weight or for at least the current version of the thruster-pack to keep me fully aloft in Earth-grav conditions.
Well, I probably qualified as an alcoholic even before my recent little adventure. Getting my kidneys replaced may have helped, though I couldn't say for sure. Suffice to say, I was already well acquainted with the tastiness of booze and its applicability to having a shitty time of things.
I can't make you feel better about this. Nobody can. Asking a bunch of strangers -- most of whom are probably fucking morons, by the way -- to help you with your crisis of conscience is probably one of the stupidest things I can think of. But you did it, and maybe you'll get something useful out of it, so what the fuck do I know? All that said: at the end of the day, someone who would've hurt other people is dead. They're not going to hurt anyone else.
You did that. The good and the bad, it was your choice. You believed, when you made that choice, that you were doing the right thing.
I don't think that'll help you sleep at night. Try alcohol.
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Getting laid regularly helps, too.
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I'll have to take your word for it, there. I don't even remember the last time I even really had the opportunity for that, not to mention the TMI-ness of how "means" had been dodgy at best for a good few years.
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My sympathies. I'll think of you next time I get naked.
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...Thanks a lot. I'm being very nice and not including a picture of how I looked after the tank ran me over.
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That's kind of you. I like the ability to get my engine running.
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That's me. I'm a helper.
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We got that in common. Sadly, my desire to give you something nice to think about on long, cold, lonely nights is ruined by the fact I don't have any of those pictures from underwear modeling in college.
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Aw, damn! Obviously, next time, you should keep the negatives in a safety box or something.
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I'll keep that in mind.
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Excellent.
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..Avoiding the problem, I mean. Not getting smashed.
This is the first time I've even had to consider it an option, let alone actually going through with it.
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I can't make you feel better about this. Nobody can. Asking a bunch of strangers -- most of whom are probably fucking morons, by the way -- to help you with your crisis of conscience is probably one of the stupidest things I can think of. But you did it, and maybe you'll get something useful out of it, so what the fuck do I know? All that said: at the end of the day, someone who would've hurt other people is dead. They're not going to hurt anyone else.
You did that. The good and the bad, it was your choice. You believed, when you made that choice, that you were doing the right thing.
Don't stop believing that. It's still true.
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