| From: | Mike Goldberg <michael.goldberg@*******.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Pay |
| Date: | Sat, 22 Mar 1997 21:03:52 MST |
worse
than death, and, I can do all of them." If that were the truth, then you
wouldn't have had a problem with how Gweedo conducted biz in the first
place!
But for me, that line is the chip truth. Mess with me, and death will be
the least of your worries. Ain't that right, prey? ]<<<<<
-- Death <03:51:32/03-23-58>
>>>>>[ A lasting, more fitting tribute from a man who doesn't know when to
leave me alone. I owe you real good Death, so I figure you might to
prepare yourself for the end. ]<<<<<
-- Midnight <03:52:38/03-23-58>
>>>>>[ I'm always ready for dying. It's part of the game. You live, you
die, and if you are real unfortunate, I'll help you along. You are part of
the game, too, Midnight, and soon it will be checkmate, because I, Famine,
and War will soon be reunited with Pestilence.
You are running scared now. I can see your blood dripping on the cement
already. You are barely keeping ahead of me. But soon, it won't matter.
What's the matter? A cat got your tongue? Or maybe its the Wanderer that
you are worried about.
The truer question, dear _chummer_, is not when you will die, but by whose
hands it will be. I already know, it won't be pleasant if its me.
But, yes, Midnight, I'm prepared for death. It will be the welcoming home
an old lover for dinner.
I wonder though, what will they put on your tombstone. Probably something
along the lines of "Midnight -- a truer friend there could not be, always
sacrificing friends to stay free." ]<<<<<
-- Death <03:53:59/03-23-58>
