[h2][b]Rick Narcik[/b][/h2]
Well, that happened. I imagined that we wouldn’t be attacked almost the moment we left the shrine, but, uh… no, apparently this really is a fucking deathworld we’re on. Which of course means that I don’t have to be upset about killing as much shit as I possibly can, and I certainly don’t have to worry about the labcoat asshole getting a new asshole torn open. Fucker had that coming to him, didn’t he? In which case, I guess I’ll not try the thing I was going to try just now, which would have involved me grabbing his head and spitting in his eye, amongst other things.
And then a couple of the other douchebags in there come out of the building, one of them putting his hand on my shoulder and asking me my name and whether I can help out. Ahaha, yeah, no, that’s not happening. I have no incentive to help them out, and I certainly don’t want to be stuck with them later on. So…
“No, and no.”
I shrug off the guy’s hand, then begin jogging away from the shrine at a reasonable rate, ignoring whatever yells or insults they might throw at me. I don’t need them, I certainly don’t want to make friends with them, and the labcoat fuckshit deserves everything bad that happens to him, so that settles that.