<<< The spirits of the citizens were lifted by them finally making progress, but with night having fallen, they never knew what was in store for them the next day. All the thrilling adventures of bullets flying and corpses falling! Not to mention, that one drunken fool ranting and shouting in a loud voice, wandering about.
"YOU YOUNG RASCALS MOVE TOO QUICKLY! Back in MY day, we could have civilized conversations, and be intuitive about them. Why, even in my inebriated state of mind, I am still twice the man you are! I can hold my liquor, I have standards, and I don't go wasting my money on some trivial things! I am a sexy seductive man, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! But I don't let my ego get in the way of CONVERSATION, YE DARN FOOLS. If you had taken your time, MAYBE we could have gotten MORE than just what we did, AND YET you were SO determined to WASTE your lives that YOU RUSHED into WHAAT SHOULDA BEEN SIMMPLE. So I SWEAR TO MY BEARD THAT--"
*piff*
Finally. Something shut him up.
And with that, everyone could get a peaceful night of sleep. Bad things might still be happening, but the future looks bright. Soon, the streets could be cleared of the wretched scum, fellows who could sneak into a house and rob the residents blind without causing any alarm.
...In fact, they're clear of one such fellow, unlucky enough to have been startled by the shouting of a lunatic drunk. In the streets, he was vulnerable to being gunned down. The citizens of the street would rejoice come morning.
...Until they learned that "could sneak in and rob a person blind" doesn't translate into "actually does sneak in and rob a person blind". Certainly this young fellow had sneaked into houses, but not with malevolent intent. An ex-thief who had retired to the streets because they were peaceful, this man was clearly upset to see the things he despised about himself re-lived in front of him from an outside perspective. But the real giveaway that he was no threat? His identity is made clear as
Eddie Fenix
, a teacher...at a police academy. He had turned his life around and been reborn as an upstanding citizen, and thus, was of no threat.
Though not quite as much of an upset, the people are still saddened to learn the method by which the crazy drunkard many of them secretly enjoyed the musings of had been silenced. Shot point-blank with a silencer, Papa
Thor665
lay dead, his horned helmet not offering him the invulnerability of the god (and simultaneously, devil) he claimed to be.
Still, life goes on, and a new day has dawned. What's the worst that could happen?
(Oh, dear...)
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