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[12:44:57 PM] 8ird: [12:11:28 PM] The Great Handsome Oppressor: oh hey, hello Syobon
[12:11:31 PM] Syobon: hi Great Handsome Oppressor
[12:11:32 PM] The Great Handsome Oppressor: fancy seeing you here
[12:45:06 PM] 8ird: [12:13:55 PM] 8ird: The Great Handsome Oppressor: Hello Syobon. Fancy seeing you here.
Syobon: I'm callin' you out, The Great Handsome Oppressor!
The Great Handsome Oppressor: This skype ain't big enough fer the two of us.
Syobon: Me. You. Tomorrow noon. Center o' AZ. Six bullets each.
The Great Handsome Oppressor: You better start diggin' your grave, Syobon. Cus' I'ma be puttin' you in it tomorrah.
[12:45:15 PM] 8ird: [12:14:25 PM] The Great Handsome Oppressor: Little did Syobon know, I had a ban hidden in my sleeve
[12:45:26 PM] 8ird: [12:17:23 PM] 8ird: It's five after noon, June 20th. Blood mixes with the dust of the horse-worn road, pooling in the wagon wheel ruts. All is silent, save for the dying echo of a shot and a yelp. Eyes stare wide through dirty windows and shadowed doorways at the smoking ban in The Great Handsome Oppressor's hand.
Syobon lays dead in the street.
[12:45:39 PM] 8ird: [12:42:50 PM] 8ird: The Great Handsome Oppressor lifts his ban to his lips, blowing the smoke away, and turns. He strides away, back to the moderator station, never looking back. The silence at last is broken, by the cry of a beautiful maiden(?), the head of the local brothel, as she rushes from the eaves of her property to the prone body in the road. Kneeling by Syobon's limp form, he grasps one of the other man's hands tightly, failing to hold back sobs.
Syobon coughs, and the brothel head gasps.
"Not quite dead yet," Syobon groans, a weak smile on his face.
"Shh, don't try to talk," The brothel head whispers, tears spilling from his big anime eyes, "You need to save your strength."
"I ain't gonna make it, beautiful." Syobon says with a groan.
The head of the brothel shakes his head, trying to hold back his tears. "Don't say that."
Syobon lifts his hand weakly, touching his fingers to the brothel head's lips with a hush. "I-I need you t-to..." He coughs, blood pooling at the corners of his mouth, "I n-need you to... to tell the Oracle..."
"Yes?" The head of the brothel grasps Syobon's hand tightly.
"Tell the Oracle... t-tell her..." He gurgles, trying to hold himself together a moment longer, " That Morrowind... is a beautiful country..."
And with his last words, he shudders, his final breath rattling from his chest. And at last, his body goes limp, hand slipping from the brothel head's grip. The head of the brothel turns his head to the sky and cries.
~fin~
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