Short post today, sorry. Bout to go to sleep.
IC
Flurgel sniffed the air, and a glorious smell led him into the direction of the slig Nimol's hut. "Hey there, whacha cookin? Sure smells tasty, but that's besides the point...I was wondering, you got those pants from the factory, am I right?" He said, trying to start up a conversation....
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Jurgo grunted. He already hated the village. Hated it, hated it, HATED IT! Well, it wouldn't be long, he reminded himself, until he got the power he RIGHTFULLY deserved. He would soon be a outlaw overlord, ruling over dozens, heck, maybe even hundreds, of gangs. But, that would all come soon, once Flurgel finished making the weapon that Jurgo insited he was using as protection, all though Flurgel thought it was too high tech to be used for protection, he agreed. He felt a bit sorry for using Flurgel, but then again, he was destined for this, and no lone mudokon, or even a entire village, would stand in his way. He would kill them all, if he had to, and use the weapon to defeat many more outlaw bosses or make them submit to him..
But until then, he was just a simple "shop owner", and he leaned back in a crudely fashioned rocking chair and shined his pistol, his axe leaning up against the wall.
OOC don't forget to check out my story.
I added chapter 2 to it, and read chapter 1 if you haven't read that yet. Woot!