14:29:36: Package picked up by Corvus Wyatt
14:29:37: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes delivery of their package.
15:16:52: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco). This is arguably why @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
16:07:02: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) 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." @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) 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. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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." @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) came into view. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) barely heard @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
17:25:23: Someone once told @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) knows @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) has stolen one too many packages from them before, but brushes the sweat from their brow, banishing that memory. The heaviness of the EK40 surface to air missile launcher is starting to wear on @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s finger closes around the trigger loosely, causing the launcher to commence lock-on. A small repetitive beep turns into a single tone, signaling the moment for action. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
17:25:28: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). This is arguably why @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
18:07:59: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues their delivery.
19:16:43: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) is on a roll, carving a violent swathe through everything in their path when they enter a crossroads. Dangerous territory. A field of Space Bastards, but @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) lets loose a volley of grenades while igniting their rocket boots, soaring over the carnage below. One failed attempt. Two. Three. Four. Each attempted theft of the package raises @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
19:43:01: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
19:43:04: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) bludgeons @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
20:25:06: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:00:46: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson). Luckily, @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:00:52: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) is on a roll, carving a violent swathe through everything in their path when they enter a crossroads. Dangerous territory. A field of Space Bastards, but @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) lets loose a volley of grenades while igniting their rocket boots, soaring over the carnage below. One failed attempt. Two. Three. Four. Each attempted theft of the package raises @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:25:47: The smell of @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
22:41:46: Package delivered by Toe Cutter for $260,000