>>5172169>>5172280>>5172804>IMPRESSIVE SCAVENGER HAUL COMING INTO TOWN SOON.>START A KNIFE FIGHT. (TO FIRST BLOOD?)All the standing around and attempting to mingle with the eatery’s patrons quickly started to get on your nerves. You weren’t against a good conversation on principle, or anything like that; it was just all the KNIVES in the establishment making you antsy. That, and it had been a WHILE since you’d properly managed to STAB SOMETHING.
You did think it would be best to only give them some MINOR WOUNDS; but you were so good at stabbing that FIRST BLOOD was usually already LOTS OF BLOOD. You snuck up behind one of the SLUDGE BROKERS and introduced him to one of your 14 knives; he howled in pain and reached for his PISTOLET, accidentally loosing a stray bullet that struck a beastman in his hairy shoulder. Chaos quickly ensued afterwards. The ENRAGED BEASTMAN threw a scavenger through the front window; the tinkerer produced a monoblade from his cloak and lunged at the rest of the sludge brokers. More bullets flew, along with tufts of hair and torn leaves.
All the while, you were of course DEEPLY ENGAGED IN THE CARNAGE. You cut and stabbed your way through anyone who got in your way, expertly running from one corner of the store to the other just so you’d get as many chances as possible to KNIFE. You were soaked to your elbows in blood, and very eagerly getting use out of ALL OF YOUR KNIVES. You even THREW ONE and got a PERFECT BULLSEYE; which is to say, you hit a BULL MAN in the EYE.
The VERY ANGRY, ONE-EYED BULL MAN nearly cornered you; his immense silhouette and grotesque muscles too much for you to STAB THROUGH. Though you hadn’t necessarily accepted your fate, you were prepared for the worst; barely an instant before he lunged, the BULL MAN let out a HORRID GRUNT and fell face-first onto the linoleum floor. Behind him, grinning, was your very proud MEATMAN; fists at the ready. “T-Think we’d better... b-better leave!” he huffed out as he doled out punches to assailants that closed in around you; you were truly impressed by the TRAIN PISTON level of force he could deliver with a CROSS PUNCH.
You quickly pocketed everything you could STEAL, and ran off into the BAZAAR CROWDS with the meatman; making sure to RETRIEVE YOUR KNIFE from the bull man’s eye.
By the time the howls and gunshots were no longer audible, you’d made it to the edge of the bazaar. It was a lot stranger (more bizarre, even) than the heart of the marketplace; the goods for sale were less common, and in a lot of cases LESS LEGAL. Not that Heedsnog often enforced that. Most importantly, it was where the REEF SCROUNGERS and JUNK DEALERS would bring in their finds; their beasts of burden packed with oddities until their poor legs bowed outwards. It was definitely where this rumored BIG HAUL would be.
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