15:25:45: Package picked up by McGossaron Jopaorgingo
15:25:46: Someone once told @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) 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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) knows @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) 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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
16:00:56: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
17:00:38: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) has taken the precaution of wrapping that entire entry-way with barbed wire. The only issue with barbed wire in this day and age is that once spotted, it can be avoided. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) manically runs after @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
18:00:58: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
19:00:59: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) has taken the precaution of wrapping that entire entry-way with barbed wire. The only issue with barbed wire in this day and age is that once spotted, it can be avoided. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) manically runs after @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
20:00:09: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) continues their delivery.
21:00:00: Someone once told @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) got one over on @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) see's @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) did not see before. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) escaping with the package still in tow far down the road. Don't worry. The Intergalactic Postal Service has excellent health coverage for limb replacement.
22:00:57: 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_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) 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_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'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_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
22:06:58: @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) 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_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) 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_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
22:07:04: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
22:07:08: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) bludgeons @peepso_user_310(McGossaron Jopaorgingo) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
23:01:14: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson). This is arguably why @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
23:25:52: Package delivered by Jack Corbeau for $240,000