Crime & Punishment

((This is part 1 of my Hulkageddon story. I will be writing more so if you have ideas, I will write about almost anything, no matter how dumb. Hate, love and isk will also gladly be accepted, just evemail me))


I awaken with my hands lifted up towards the sky. I lower them as I know the time for rejoicing is over, it is time to get back to work. I have done this a countless number of times but I must stay grimly focused to my task at hand. There is little time for me to loiter around the cloning bay. My name is Chavu, and I free souls.


I must be careful as I lurk through the marketplace towards my new ship. Everything must be done "on the sly" as my mentor used to say. I must use a proxy for everything. I am hunted every day so I must blend in with my surroundings. I only give pause for one sight.

There.

The steady beat of hammer meeting anvil booms as a line of people stream in and out of a building. They do not speak, they do not talk, they do not laugh and play, they do not think, they do not feel. They do not live. They are the capsuleer miners. The ones who toil their whole life for meager scraps given out by the mega-corporations. They are slaves, they are robotic, they are lifeless, and they are wretched. They are my friends. I will set them free.

One final check and I am set to undock. Ammo is correctly loaded and set for as much death as possible. The special rigging is a bit off kilter and the controls are very stiff but it does not matter, this catalyst only has to hold on for a few hours, just long enough to deliver its payload of righteousness. I may be wanted dead (not alive) in every sector but dockhands can be bribed and distractions can be arranged. All channels have been loaded, intel is being updated. Lots of targets today.

Six jumps later and I have successfully dusted all of my tails. The Caldari Navy Police Force will not be enjoying any free salvaging today on my behalf. Being perpetually alert can take a toll on a person’s body but I will never quit because I am doing what everyone says must be done but are not dedicated enough to do so. I pound my fist on the warp controls, I am on route towards another lost soul, trapped in a cage made out of steel of his own making. Safety is off and my work is done. I feel elated as another hulk buckles and heaves as it is ripped apart and starts to explode in a spectacular fireball.

I lift my hands towards the sky.

Honestly, you should probably post this in the intergalactic summit subforum instead of CnP where it will just get trolled relentlessly.

Oh wait, we are role playing?

*puts on a french maid outfit w/ double strap-on*

Ok. Now I'm ready. Continue...

Can't you just ask in a creepy voice "what are you wearing" like everyone else.

Thoughts they make "Criminal Minds" out of .

*looks back with blue blue doe eyes as sweat drips from her tapered brow. The cool nape of her neck becomes warm with the hot breath from Daemon as the soft frills from his maid outfit make her blush ever so slightly* Oh please!! FEATHER DUST ME DADDY!

1.) Do you really think I'd risk my health to penetrate a filthy RP'er? God knows where they've been!
2.) See #1
3.) Your old lady seemed to enjoy it just fine. That reminds me, I need to send her that coat hanger.

1) I know where RP'ers go tbh and its not good.
2) I did see #1
3) My old lady even enjoys it when she's getting humped by a german shepherd, so i dont know if you should be proud of your achievement, she also looks like a dog btw and she is asking about that coat hanger constantly, but 200 mil isk will be good to

This thread is boldy going where no C&P thread has gone before....
... I'm scurred.