Steam-samfunn :: PaigerU

PaigerU

Australia

(How do you feel?)
- I definitely feel. Sometimes that's more than enough.
(Still, you're anxious, aren't you?)
- Of course. Moreover, I'm completely terrified. Was it that obvious?
(You're looking in every direction, but not up.)
- Ah, this...
- I've already told you, haven't I?
(About what?)
- Ah, you know, small stuff.
(Can small stuff make you terrified?)
- It's... hard to explain.
I climb up the metal railing and let my legs hang down. I sneak short glances at the abyss from time to time. It replies with angry, cold breath. That's how we interact. Like old friends.
- Sometimes I feel like the whole world pretends to be crazy.
- As if it's trying to make me believe in something that doesn't exist.
(That's weird, isn't it?)

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Own a musket for home defence, since that's what the founding fathers intended.

Four ruffians break into my house.

"What the devil?"

As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle.

Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot.

Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbour's dog.

I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.

Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion.

He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive, since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.

Just as the founding fathers intended.