05:51:29: Package picked up by Shayla225
05:51:30: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Blaylock Samson. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Blaylock Samson mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Blaylock Samson took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal. "Ah, that's the one. I'm here already." Blaylock Samson put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod. Blaylock Samson crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Shayla225 to come running down the road, package in tow. "I know this one. Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum. They won't be able to handle this either." Shayla225 came into view. Blaylock Samson pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Blaylock Samson had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Blaylock Samson barely heard Shayla225 running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Shayla225 continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
06:49:56: Roy Sharpton tried to sneak on board Shayla225's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Shayla225 continues their delivery.
06:49:57: Roy Sharpton steadily took aim from a second story window as Shayla225 ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Roy Sharpton inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Shayla225 resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
06:50:01: Roy Sharpton tried to sneak on board Shayla225's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Shayla225 continues their delivery.
06:50:01: Roy Sharpton tried to sneak on board Shayla225's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Shayla225 continues their delivery.
07:02:19: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Leroy Palestine. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Leroy Palestine mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Leroy Palestine took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal. "Ah, that's the one. I'm here already." Leroy Palestine put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod. Leroy Palestine crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Shayla225 to come running down the road, package in tow. "I know this one. Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum. They won't be able to handle this either." Shayla225 came into view. Leroy Palestine pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Leroy Palestine had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Leroy Palestine barely heard Shayla225 running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Shayla225 continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
07:03:39: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Leroy Palestine. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Leroy Palestine mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Leroy Palestine took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal. "Ah, that's the one. I'm here already." Leroy Palestine put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod. Leroy Palestine crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Shayla225 to come running down the road, package in tow. "I know this one. Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum. They won't be able to handle this either." Shayla225 came into view. Leroy Palestine pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Leroy Palestine had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Leroy Palestine barely heard Shayla225 running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Shayla225 continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
07:44:17: Shayla225 was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by Roy Sharpton. Luckily, Shayla225 vaulted over it, only severing one foot. Shayla225 resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
07:44:35: Roy Sharpton shot a missile at Shayla225 and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Roy Sharpton.
08:21:23: epicavenger steadily took aim from a second story window as Roy Sharpton ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, epicavenger inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Roy Sharpton resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
08:22:02: Today started as a uniquely bright one for epicavenger. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. epicavenger mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." epicavenger took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal. "Ah, that's the one. I'm here already." epicavenger put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod. epicavenger crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Roy Sharpton to come running down the road, package in tow. "I know this one. Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum. They won't be able to handle this either." Roy Sharpton came into view. epicavenger pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode epicavenger had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, epicavenger barely heard Roy Sharpton running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Roy Sharpton continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
08:58:36: epicavenger shot a missile at Roy Sharpton and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with epicavenger.
11:06:07: epicavenger has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. epicavenger is feeling good. DAMN good. Unfortunately that feeling is momentarily suspended as a shot rings out, severing a cable holding up a net full of 700 pounds of refuse with a sign that has "Eat My Fuck - Cheers, Sable Nyx" scrawled on it in pink paint. Sable Nyx picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of epicavenger. Fuck eaten. Good job, Sable Nyx. "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
13:51:40: Package delivered by Sable Nyx for $260,000