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In-Character
THE GHUL (party poison)
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Rated - MatureWriting- Open
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Awwlook at him! Big scary Wasteland cowboybrought to his knees by seventeen desk fans and a typewriter…
“Fuckin’ Wasteland. Bullets..chems, three hundred pounds of useless shit I swear I’m gonna need someday… and somehow I’m always overencumbered. I oughta stop buying junk and start buying people. Couple poor bastards whose only job is carryin’ my shit. Hell, that might be the smartest investment I’ve made since the bombs dropped.”