>>6087518>>6087494After a split second, your hand rests over your blade's handle without showing the slightest intent to pull it off.
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<span class="mu-s"> [SOBER MIND] </span> –You cant run with it in your hand.
Your foot strikes the ground in a sudden motion, imitating your own body language, you make sure to not give away the imminent desire to get the shit away from The Scorpions before they pestle your crap.
<span class="mu-s"> [SOBER MIND] </span> – The small man behind the rock comes out slightly, holding his blade with an attempted demeanor of intimidation and thrilling anxiety. His mind is a stampede of thirst, if he comes forward, the rest will follow.
<span class="mu-s"> [EPITHET] </span> – He is who they call.. the Drill-Scout. Ask me why, you must in order to uncover this barbarian mystery. He has a name, and you don't. You are jealous of him, and that's why you don't ask.
The horn man moves uncomfortably and bends backward, as if he couldn't control his awkward desire to taste your stick, as if his chest was floating away from the moment, just to continue fantasizing. The Lard smiles and bends forward instead.
<span class="mu-s"> [SOBER MIND] </span> – I walk these paths. I know of the steps. I recall from pure periferic vision the many rocks and boulders i just passed by.. what if there are more scorpions behind?
No. Calm down.
It's not real until i turn, but it might turn real if i don't act. Deconstruct the choices, how many are they?
If i run.. 4. There are 4 choices.
<span class="mu-s"> [CHOICES] </span>
The Lard is standing in a thin terrain; thin for his girth. If i push him and he falls i can run towards the sunset..
The virgin of the middle looks weak; he is twitching from the heat. If i push him, the lard will jump to the road, and the Drill Scout is too frail and low grounded to follow.
Running behind.. its enigma, its mystery.
<span class="mu-s"> [SOBER MIND] </span> – Yeh. He looks frail, the Drill Scout behind the rock. Far from the Lard, near the weak. He is too anxious, eager to strike and rejoice on the forbidden fluids; that will be our chance. His desperation and thrill is an advantage.
– Dont unyield the machete. Punch him in the gob and run over him, continue in the path and you will arrive to the town. Dont fear. Yes, his knife is big. But just look at him!
