Sunday, July 22, 2001

Atop the Sphincts

You open fire, and some of Ishmael's many brothers fall.  Some flee.  Others keep up their stone-throwing.  You run out of ammo.  You duck and dodge.  Eventually one of them connects.  A rock strikes your head, you fall from the Sphincts, break your neck and are now a buzzard snack.

You have:
  • Stylish fedora
  • Bullwhip
  • Vintage Walther P-38 w/ no rounds
  • Well-worn leather jacket
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You have chosen poorly.  You are dead.  Game Over, man!

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