12-18-2018, 01:13 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]
What a fucking joke. This idiot, apparently from the so-called "Rosebloods", had waltzed into the Pitt's territory late at night with the hopes of poisoning their food and water supply. While Lucky wasn't all-too informed on the conflict between the Pitt and the Rosebloods, he did know that he didn't want to be vomitting all week because of this chooch. It was unfortunate that the trespasser had run into Lucky Luciano, because you know what he did? He gave him a taste of his own medicine. He had been forced to down the poison he had intended to spread to the Pittians.
The cat hung limp and cold in the hellhound's jaws. Lucky didn't have to drop his body off back at the Rosebloods. He could have easily chucked him into the river or left him in the desert to rot, but today he was going to be nice. Besides, this was a warning to those rat-bastards to buzz off lest they desired to share the same fate as this guy here.
He dumped the NPC onto the border and hacked up a spit onto his body just for kicks before heading off back to the desert-lands.
The cat hung limp and cold in the hellhound's jaws. Lucky didn't have to drop his body off back at the Rosebloods. He could have easily chucked him into the river or left him in the desert to rot, but today he was going to be nice. Besides, this was a warning to those rat-bastards to buzz off lest they desired to share the same fate as this guy here.
He dumped the NPC onto the border and hacked up a spit onto his body just for kicks before heading off back to the desert-lands.
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