So, I saw Rogue One recently. Great Movie.
In other news, I finally finished Dark Souls 3 on keyboard. I had beaten both 1 and 2 on keyboard, so I was prepared.
I don't think that will ever come up in my limited amount of casual conversation, so I decided to say it now, so it could be immortalized on the internet.
Next time, I'll to beat it using only bows. Ugh, getting shudders about that idea.
In Which Psycho Clowns Running Around Actually Help For Once
It was just another day for me. Woke up this morning, and checked my calendar. It was time to resupply the mansion. I was running low on food for me, and my cats. A quick glimpse of the future told me I wouldn't have enough money to buy it all. So, it was time to hit up one of my favorite places to get money.
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Jacob Rogers, or 'Lil' Jack' as he was called by his friends, was not by any means little. Around 6'2", with a large amount of muscle on his frame, he fit perfectly into the mold of a classic bruiser. He was a very stoic man, who performed his job of extortion, intimidation, and killing with a straight face. Very little gets to Jacob, allowing him to remain cool-headed, and rational in most situations. It also made him an absolute bitch to play poker against. No one has ever actually managed to win a poker game against him, and thus he doesn't get to play poker very often. It was a shame, he really enjoyed playing poker, was one of the three hobbies he had that didn't involve violence, the other two being golfing, and fantasy football.
However, he might reconsider this hobby of his. Some girl, about 5' feet tall, with dark mocha skin and long dreadlocks pulled back in a high ponytail joined his next game. And then proceeded to absolutely mop the floor with him, and everyone else at the table. Sure, he won a few rounds, but as the game went on the girl adapted to him, and took over the whole table. There was nothing anyone could do to properly take her out, and now she was walking away with over 500k just from his game alone, as apparently, she had done this to other games before his.
Jacob was naturally, very pissed about this. So he decided that he was going to get his money back. Gathering up a group of like-minded individuals was easy enough, considering the criminal element of Gotham was practically everywhere. They wouldn't have to worry about Batman or his cohorts, apparently that psycho clown Joker was up to something tonight, so that meant it would be easy to jump the girl and take the money.
She was easy to tail, her long ponytail being easy to spot in a crowd, due to the fact her hair was dyed in stripes of deep orange and black, like a tiger. It was simply a matter of waiting for the right moment. She went from the crowded main streets to the more deserted parts of town, and looked over her shoulder. Jacob wished he had a camera for when he saw her eyes widen in shock and fear. Then the short bitch started running like her life depended on it. Which it did. Jacob and the group he had gathered easily kept up with her, and saw her run into a warehouse.
Like any competent mook, Jacob knew when he had the advantage, and led the whole group right into the warehouse. It was dark, spooky, and generally fit the theme for any good abandoned building in Gotham, which meant it didn't phase Jacob at all. He had actually killed people in places worse than this. Only problem was, he didn't know where the girl was. So he ordered to group to search the place. Jacob himself saw that one of the crates had its top out of place, so he moved forward to investigate. The cover wasn't even attached, and so Jacob lifted it out of the way, only to come face to face when a red smiley face on a large bomb.
It was at this moment, right before the bomb went off, Jacob knew, he fucked up.
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I ducked around the corner of a building just in time for the warehouse I had just escaped to explode fantastically. I had already known that those thugs would be after me, so I used to them to clean up a rather nasty trap the Joker had been setting up for Batman. There, obligatory act of good done for the day, it was time to head home. I turned away from the explosion to come face to arrow with a girl in green, the end of the arrow covered in a boxing glove. Of course, the moment I stop using my power, something like this happens. On reflex I flash my future sight, and yep, this was going to hurt. Then the arrow hit me in the face.