>>6116612You mount the brother's Jello, noggin first, on the ambulance hood (6-6), like two chrome jaguars, except that instead of chrome, they're rotting heads, and they're black.
>thanks for getting that big lipped beast, he shot me in the leg, and . . .>-CLICK-You're not interested. You haven't the concern, nor the inclination to hear about this man or his gunshot wound, or the larger situation of what the Jello brothers were up to. No whys, no wherefores, no nothing.
>Nope, nope.You don't even want to begin to hear what that woman was on about. But you would like to listen to some digital music, anachronistically backdated onto a magnetic tape reel!
>a Cass-ettt-eAs the slav says. He seems to promise, in fact, that the tape is in fact a tape.
If one were to listen on the age gone medium of the interwebs, it might go a little something
>like>this!https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7Mf91pIdq_4&pp=ygUSQ3plY2ggaGFyZGJhc3MgbWl4What does it all mean? The question makes you shrug, but it helps your morale [1/3 less chance of psychological reprecussions at mission end]
The music makes you think of small fluffy dogs with knowing expressions.
Fluffy dogs, for their part, make you think of scruffy looking kiddle aged retired comedians with a penchent for piano playing and a mild cult following which they invariably leverage to purchase land while pretending to be farmers on a podcast, which such people utilize as a digital soap box from which to posit niche heterodoxical theological presuppositions while they live in a state of perminent antagonism and mildly psychotic paranoia.
Maybe, sometimes, they tell a joke.
It engenders a hearty chuckle.
Fond of bears, are such eccentrics, but only in order to trick them into giving up their sweet, sweet honey.
And by honey, I mean lucre.
And by lucre, I mean bitcoin donations.
They probably survived this crisis alright though.
Who knows?
Perhaps, if they were anything but resigned, crumudgeonly, low tier intellectuals they'd make their living by some useful occupation like antique book repair or horse race gambling, but at bottom they are merely philosphers. Which is a polite way of saying "bullshitters", or as the ancient Romans would have called them,
>le bullshittersYou drive back a block (1), one block only.
You have 3 blocks to go.
The Slav and Ray and Andy, they're relaxing for a moment. Their heads bouncing to the
>muzack!Andy
>reloads magazines>reloads rifle>guards the ambulance rear [+1 safety]Ray
>reloads magazines>reloads rifle>guards Ambulance front [+1 safety]The slav
>Rests [anti-exhaustion]>listens to music [+1 to kill range]>guards Ambulance [+1 safety][My 4th, 3rd and 2nd to succeed] 1-5p, 6-0f
[1st avoids trouble] 1-8p, 9-0f
The pills and gin are hurting your head [-1 success and safety]
have 3 actions.
You can drive a block [repeatable], focus, or your own idea.
[4th, 3rd and 2nd digit determine success] 1-8p, 9-0f
[1st digit avoids trouble] 1-4p, 5-0f
