Printer's Devil on 7/3/2006 at 02:15
Yep, they can be any shape, really (but no handles). Some are crystal, some glass, some have thicker bases than others--there's no hard rules beyond them being short and stout.
I'd swear on the Pope's grave that if I hadn't seen that fat slob Jimmy pour me two fingers of the cheapest rye in town, I would have thought that there was a midget pissing into lowballs under the counter. The worst part is, I'm so broke I'd probably drink it, just to wash away the memory of that hooker with the pimples on her ass.
Aerothorn on 7/3/2006 at 04:55
Woo, got inspiration for my 'Character in a Place' piece. Thank you, TTLG!*
*paid actor
Mr.Duck on 7/3/2006 at 08:29
Watching the puddle of blood, her blood, grow like the rise of a slow, late afternoon Californian tide made me recall that last time our lips pressed together like sumo wrestlers on a drunken love dance as I held her close to me like a bottle of old 'Jack Daniel's'. "It was me", she confessed, and the rest was a snow white blur of nausea and gunshots. I was never good at delicate situations, three bullet wounds on the back were an unseen reminder of it. Still, she gave me the final piece to this puzzle of a case, so I called it a nite and left her place as the tide of blood grew behind my mind and the rain greeted me into the inky black city street.
And another:
Jimmy "Two Timing" Manotti told me her sister had been gone for the weekend with her lover, Salvatore. If by "gone for the weekend" meant the pair of lovers' bodies filled with more holes than the Constitution in one final, bitter, embrace at her private apartment downtown, I didn't wanted to imagine what going out for vacationing meant for these palookas. Well, money was money, and anything to get out the taste of my own blood after being visited by the local loansharks was always a fine way to spend a weekend. It was business, pure and simple.
Para?noid on 7/3/2006 at 08:36
Quote Posted by Scots_Taffer
Noid gets pipped at the post by Starrfall's excellent brutish thug description (what's a lowball though?).
Nevermind that, but LMF got precedence with his shit about smurfs than I did? Get it sorted!
hopper on 7/3/2006 at 08:41
Seconding MM here. Aja wins the thread, hands down. :cool:
Phydeaux on 7/3/2006 at 08:57
I turned on the light, and the blood red decor of the honeymoon suite assaulted my mind, already pounding from the blood red wine we drank the night before. Behind me, my new bride stirred, and I heard the click-click of her Lady Smith and Wesson .38 with rosewood grips. It sounded to me like a clock, tick-tocking away the last second of my life. Oh well, I thought, as my head splattered against the red wallpaper and satin bedshees. At least I won't clash.
Low Moral Fiber on 7/3/2006 at 09:30
It's one sentence, you paragraphing non-rule following tits!
Goblin on 7/3/2006 at 10:16
Line for an Occult Noir RPG I've been tossing around for a while.
"Jimmy the Stick had loose lips. So we sent him for a little swim. Now he's real helpful. Maybe he'll pay you a visit."
No prizes for guessing this line falls into the Necromafia section.
And an off-the-cuff (though good luck to me even trying to keep up with you brilliant cunts).
I didn't have to keep doing this. There are other ways to make a buck. But then again, my brother didn't have to die either. So I keep my nose to the street and three bullets in my gun. All an honest man can afford in this city
Phydeaux on 7/3/2006 at 10:56
Her steely eyes shot daggers at me, keenly penetrating my lie, and my already twisted insides wrenched even harder at the fact that I had to admit that she was right; I'll never eat at Taco Bell again.
Printer's Devil on 7/3/2006 at 13:19
Quote Posted by Para?noid
Nevermind that, but LMF got precedence with his shit about smurfs than I did? Get it sorted!
As long as his film/novel/radio play/comic was set
after 1958, when the Smurfs were first introduced, continuity nerds would be satisfied. Vader Abraham's various Smurf-themed songs could also be used as soundtrack material.
