Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jan 17, 2012 21:22:26 GMT -5
Hello, California. My name's Alexander Ludovico, but you can call me Vico. I'm a consultant for Better Living, which means I work with draculoid units. Or maybe I'm the communication line between the patrols and the Tower. Then again, it could be my job to advise the Scarecrow heads. Whichever. Anyhow, I transferred to California from New York a few years ago. Or Texas. Or maybe France. Got tired of the scenery. And if you hear about my having an accent, those are nothing more than nasty rumors.
I'm quite enjoying it here, really, though the last unit I joined got pretty much wiped out during the Viper's attack on the city. Fools, all of them; if they'd just listened to me they'd be - but I digress. This is supposed to be about me, isn't is? Well, let's see. I'm 29. I like sweets and chess and mousecat. Calming meds are a favorite of mine - did you know that if you take too many at once everything sort of slows down and gets all soft around the edges? No? Well, take my word for it, it's not at all unpleasant. I'm very good at tying knots, and untying them too. I don't like flying or loud noises, so the fight with the Vipers was rather unpleasant with those great loud explosions. Oh, and if you see any tall dark strangers, send them my way.
I should address the killjoy issue too, I suppose. I don't care about them, I really don't. If they want to go play cowboys and indians in the desert until they die of heat stroke, who am I to say otherwise? The ones that don't just play their games, though, are a problem. Raiding delivery trucks, vandalizing the city and surrounding towns, and attacking draculoid patrols are all criminal activities. And don't ask me to tell the difference between the ones that shoot dracs and the ones that build sandcastles, because I don't feel like taking the time. Any killjoy I see is fair game - assuming it doesn't entail inordinate personal danger, of course. A figure this fine can't be put at risk, you know.
So that's about it. I should get going; I need to check in with my new unit. I've heard good things about the leaders, especially Wilson - nice height, fairly muscular but not too bulky, easy on the eyes - oh, and, ah, good records. Lots of killjoy captures, effective leadership, all that jazz.
As the killjoys would say, Vico out!
I'm quite enjoying it here, really, though the last unit I joined got pretty much wiped out during the Viper's attack on the city. Fools, all of them; if they'd just listened to me they'd be - but I digress. This is supposed to be about me, isn't is? Well, let's see. I'm 29. I like sweets and chess and mousecat. Calming meds are a favorite of mine - did you know that if you take too many at once everything sort of slows down and gets all soft around the edges? No? Well, take my word for it, it's not at all unpleasant. I'm very good at tying knots, and untying them too. I don't like flying or loud noises, so the fight with the Vipers was rather unpleasant with those great loud explosions. Oh, and if you see any tall dark strangers, send them my way.
I should address the killjoy issue too, I suppose. I don't care about them, I really don't. If they want to go play cowboys and indians in the desert until they die of heat stroke, who am I to say otherwise? The ones that don't just play their games, though, are a problem. Raiding delivery trucks, vandalizing the city and surrounding towns, and attacking draculoid patrols are all criminal activities. And don't ask me to tell the difference between the ones that shoot dracs and the ones that build sandcastles, because I don't feel like taking the time. Any killjoy I see is fair game - assuming it doesn't entail inordinate personal danger, of course. A figure this fine can't be put at risk, you know.
So that's about it. I should get going; I need to check in with my new unit. I've heard good things about the leaders, especially Wilson - nice height, fairly muscular but not too bulky, easy on the eyes - oh, and, ah, good records. Lots of killjoy captures, effective leadership, all that jazz.
As the killjoys would say, Vico out!
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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