Hyper-Super-Mega-Overdose
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It's a tough sort of tranquilizer. Li Peng respected that guy who dared. He flipped through his memories and couldn't turn up a single suspect. Good game. Fair play. He's still gonna get better, find the shit, and rip their guts out their mouth. "Cocaine." His throat feels like sandpaper. "Just give me." What's the words? Remember. Remember. "All of that shit. Now." The Wu and Dan dudes looked like they didn't want to be there. Well, tough shit.
Wait a second.
"We don't sell-" The bartender looks at Li Peng's bloodshot eyes and puts a pack of white powder on the bar. Plastic ripped in the soundless, stretchy manner of cheap packing plastic. Nose candy spilled out into a small mountain. He used his fingers to sort them into lines. How much was too much? He's mixing uppers and downers here. Li Peng remembered. There was one dive bar, how young was he? Thirteen? Fifteen? An idiot, a loser, had overdosed on shabu-shabu and krokodil at the same time. Their eyes (was it a man or a woman? They all looked the same when they were half dead, just bags of meat and bone) rolled in their heads and they were foaming like a wavy shore.
Haha. That's the life. "Straw," Li Peng clenched out. Cardboard. Hmph.
The first shot was white lightning. Running through his nerves. His heart clenched and slammed open. He screwed his eyes shut. There's the heart palpitations, how are you doing? His forehead was slimy with sweat and his hands shook. "It's not working. Caveman style, then." Behind him. Li Peng turned around, legs weak and shaking. The stool under him clattered to the ground.
One. Two. Three. Four fivesixseveneightsofuckingmany-
"Alright. Which one." Acid reflux, burning his molars. Li Peng bent over and dribbled a stream of vomit out onto the floorboards, swaying a bit too much. "Which one," he coughed out, "poisoned me."
"Me." Chains Mcgee. A tall, thin woman. With a chain, of course.
"Me." Fatso. Fat. Your creepy uncle. There was a needle between his knuckles.
"Me." Flay? She didn't look like she cared, just pissed that she miscalc'd the dosage.
"Do all you jokers carry around poison as a matter of course? What, is this for your prostate cancer?"
"I had mine removed," offered Fatso. "For prostate cancer."
"What, do you want mine?" The entire clientele was looking at him like he was a primo cut of meat. The bartender sighed, threw the towel down with a thump, and walked off into the kitchen, which Li Peng noticed was blocked by a blast door. He turned to his side. "Yo, Wu Changxi, I can help you find-"
"You don't have it. Which means I might as well earn some pocket money."
Shit.
"And I still have to repay you for that-" Li Peng wrapped a hand around the side and another on the top of his bald head. Concussion, Dan would have said. And then Li Peng gave him another one. He dragged the Dan soldier down the length of the bar and-
Li Peng realized that there was a small knife in his back shoulder. It was in the mirror. "Fuckingkillyouasshole," Dan whatever mumbled. Nothing hurt. Thank the humble coca plant. God loves Peru. Peru Numero Uno. Li Peng wrapped a hand around Pucehead's ankle. The silence struck Li Peng. No one moved. They were just watching. Waiting. And, if one guy's dead and gone, who cares? One less guy to split the share with.
Li Peng threw the pucehead into the ground like a sack of fruit. Blood flowed everywhere, splattered all over the place. Jackson Pollock-like. He left a man sized imprint. Then into the counter, and then over the heads of the crowd. Li Peng felt like he was wrapped in prickles. He breathed in. He breathed out. And sneezed blood all over the floor.
Sneezed? That's not right. You cough blood, you don't spray your life fluid out like allergy snot. But Li Peng did anyway. Medical miracle.
He snapped the legs off of a stool and bent and squeezed their ends into sharp points. The crowd still wasn't moving. Pucehead groaned against the wall and the hole he made. Li Peng rested an arm on his knee. Who's up first? Who wants to try him? Being a legend is all well and good, but having the life to enjoy is better. He's going to ruin the first guy who steps up to him. That should scare off the rest…
Pucehead stands up. "I'll fuckin' kill you," he dribbled the word out with a pair of twinned onion-headed maces in his hands. The broken stool legs probably won't match up. "Any bastard who takes 'im from me, I kill next."
"Y'gonna let the Dan Surname take this from you? I'm worth quite a bit." The pucehead looks like he's sweating blood. He stared at Wu Changxi. A spear haft thudded against the ground.
"Anyone who interrupts, gets Wu Manor on them too," she announces.
His hair feels greasy. Li Peng threaded a hand through his rockstar locks. Some of the ends were tangling together. "Of course." A coughing fit broke his line of thought. Dan hasn't moved. Li Peng wiped the spittle from his lips. "They're together on it. Of course you'd like that? You'd hand me over and take all the glory, and the money. Thieves together, eh?"
There's this strange, magnetic sound. A mace flew at Li Peng and crashed into his guard. The two stool legs bends further. His arms pressed against his chest under the force, and he skidded, ten meters, twenty, until it pressed him against the wall and then it flew back into the pucehead's hand. What was the trick? An invisible thread? Magnets?
How now, old bean, Li Peng thought. The pucehead advanced like waves to a mountain. You're suffering from heart issues. You're coughing blood and the poisons are playing in your muscles, but who gives a shit? You're stuck in net of survelliance and cops, and there's hunters after you, like this staggering pucehead.
You should like these odds.
BENEFITS (Choose two)
[]- CHAOS (0/3 -> 2/3 General Chaos Clock)
Throw Li Peng into the crowd, and see them fall upon each other.
[]- THE LEGEND (0/5 -> 2/5 Trending Clock, +0.1 PRESENT)
See them driven before you, broken and howling.
[]- INNER STRENGTH (0/8 -> 1/8 ??? Clock, +0.1 PAST)
Li Peng thinks that the world seems to move in slow motion. Or that's his brain damage.
DETRIMENT (Choose two)
[]- SHEER HEART ATTACK (0/3 -> 2/3 Heart Attack Clock, +0.2 FUTURE)
Li Peng feels his heart get closer and closer to nonfunction.
[]- LEVIATHAN WAKES (0/2 -> 1/2 PAP Attention Clock, +0.1 PAST)
A People's Armed Police urban helicopter is arriving on the scene…
[]- THE STAR DROP (0/1 -> 1/1 Stardrop Clock, +0.1 PRESENT)
Pucehead gets off a secret technique.
Wait a second.
"We don't sell-" The bartender looks at Li Peng's bloodshot eyes and puts a pack of white powder on the bar. Plastic ripped in the soundless, stretchy manner of cheap packing plastic. Nose candy spilled out into a small mountain. He used his fingers to sort them into lines. How much was too much? He's mixing uppers and downers here. Li Peng remembered. There was one dive bar, how young was he? Thirteen? Fifteen? An idiot, a loser, had overdosed on shabu-shabu and krokodil at the same time. Their eyes (was it a man or a woman? They all looked the same when they were half dead, just bags of meat and bone) rolled in their heads and they were foaming like a wavy shore.
Haha. That's the life. "Straw," Li Peng clenched out. Cardboard. Hmph.
The first shot was white lightning. Running through his nerves. His heart clenched and slammed open. He screwed his eyes shut. There's the heart palpitations, how are you doing? His forehead was slimy with sweat and his hands shook. "It's not working. Caveman style, then." Behind him. Li Peng turned around, legs weak and shaking. The stool under him clattered to the ground.
One. Two. Three. Four fivesixseveneightsofuckingmany-
"Alright. Which one." Acid reflux, burning his molars. Li Peng bent over and dribbled a stream of vomit out onto the floorboards, swaying a bit too much. "Which one," he coughed out, "poisoned me."
"Me." Chains Mcgee. A tall, thin woman. With a chain, of course.
"Me." Fatso. Fat. Your creepy uncle. There was a needle between his knuckles.
"Me." Flay? She didn't look like she cared, just pissed that she miscalc'd the dosage.
"Do all you jokers carry around poison as a matter of course? What, is this for your prostate cancer?"
"I had mine removed," offered Fatso. "For prostate cancer."
"What, do you want mine?" The entire clientele was looking at him like he was a primo cut of meat. The bartender sighed, threw the towel down with a thump, and walked off into the kitchen, which Li Peng noticed was blocked by a blast door. He turned to his side. "Yo, Wu Changxi, I can help you find-"
"You don't have it. Which means I might as well earn some pocket money."
Shit.
"And I still have to repay you for that-" Li Peng wrapped a hand around the side and another on the top of his bald head. Concussion, Dan would have said. And then Li Peng gave him another one. He dragged the Dan soldier down the length of the bar and-
Li Peng realized that there was a small knife in his back shoulder. It was in the mirror. "Fuckingkillyouasshole," Dan whatever mumbled. Nothing hurt. Thank the humble coca plant. God loves Peru. Peru Numero Uno. Li Peng wrapped a hand around Pucehead's ankle. The silence struck Li Peng. No one moved. They were just watching. Waiting. And, if one guy's dead and gone, who cares? One less guy to split the share with.
Li Peng threw the pucehead into the ground like a sack of fruit. Blood flowed everywhere, splattered all over the place. Jackson Pollock-like. He left a man sized imprint. Then into the counter, and then over the heads of the crowd. Li Peng felt like he was wrapped in prickles. He breathed in. He breathed out. And sneezed blood all over the floor.
Sneezed? That's not right. You cough blood, you don't spray your life fluid out like allergy snot. But Li Peng did anyway. Medical miracle.
He snapped the legs off of a stool and bent and squeezed their ends into sharp points. The crowd still wasn't moving. Pucehead groaned against the wall and the hole he made. Li Peng rested an arm on his knee. Who's up first? Who wants to try him? Being a legend is all well and good, but having the life to enjoy is better. He's going to ruin the first guy who steps up to him. That should scare off the rest…
Pucehead stands up. "I'll fuckin' kill you," he dribbled the word out with a pair of twinned onion-headed maces in his hands. The broken stool legs probably won't match up. "Any bastard who takes 'im from me, I kill next."
"Y'gonna let the Dan Surname take this from you? I'm worth quite a bit." The pucehead looks like he's sweating blood. He stared at Wu Changxi. A spear haft thudded against the ground.
"Anyone who interrupts, gets Wu Manor on them too," she announces.
His hair feels greasy. Li Peng threaded a hand through his rockstar locks. Some of the ends were tangling together. "Of course." A coughing fit broke his line of thought. Dan hasn't moved. Li Peng wiped the spittle from his lips. "They're together on it. Of course you'd like that? You'd hand me over and take all the glory, and the money. Thieves together, eh?"
There's this strange, magnetic sound. A mace flew at Li Peng and crashed into his guard. The two stool legs bends further. His arms pressed against his chest under the force, and he skidded, ten meters, twenty, until it pressed him against the wall and then it flew back into the pucehead's hand. What was the trick? An invisible thread? Magnets?
How now, old bean, Li Peng thought. The pucehead advanced like waves to a mountain. You're suffering from heart issues. You're coughing blood and the poisons are playing in your muscles, but who gives a shit? You're stuck in net of survelliance and cops, and there's hunters after you, like this staggering pucehead.
You should like these odds.
BENEFITS (Choose two)
[]- CHAOS (0/3 -> 2/3 General Chaos Clock)
Throw Li Peng into the crowd, and see them fall upon each other.
[]- THE LEGEND (0/5 -> 2/5 Trending Clock, +0.1 PRESENT)
See them driven before you, broken and howling.
[]- INNER STRENGTH (0/8 -> 1/8 ??? Clock, +0.1 PAST)
Li Peng thinks that the world seems to move in slow motion. Or that's his brain damage.
DETRIMENT (Choose two)
[]- SHEER HEART ATTACK (0/3 -> 2/3 Heart Attack Clock, +0.2 FUTURE)
Li Peng feels his heart get closer and closer to nonfunction.
[]- LEVIATHAN WAKES (0/2 -> 1/2 PAP Attention Clock, +0.1 PAST)
A People's Armed Police urban helicopter is arriving on the scene…
[]- THE STAR DROP (0/1 -> 1/1 Stardrop Clock, +0.1 PRESENT)
Pucehead gets off a secret technique.
