14:01:15: Package picked up by Calto Fremis
14:01:16: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery of their package.
15:00:19: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_7(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." @peepso_user_7(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. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
16:00:19: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
17:00:32: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
18:00:26: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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_25(Calto Fremis) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) manically runs after @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
19:00:26: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
20:00:40: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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_25(Calto Fremis) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) manically runs after @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
20:31:13: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues their delivery.
20:32:42: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:00:39: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_7(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." @peepso_user_7(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. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:32:58: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:33:01: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) rounds a corner and only has a split second to see a blinding red light, before being decapitated by a slicingly accurate laser blast from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). The package rolls to their feet. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of the stolen package.
21:33:01: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:33:31: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) got one over on @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) see's @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) did not see before. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_139(Jeff Colen) 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.
21:33:36: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:33:39: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:33:41: The smell of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:33:51: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of their package.
21:33:55: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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.
21:34:00: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
21:34:05: Someone once told @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) got one over on @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) see's @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) did not see before. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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.
21:34:40: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
21:34:59: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:35:39: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:35:42: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) got one over on @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) see's @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) did not see before. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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.
21:35:47: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:35:52: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:35:56: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is incinerated. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them. "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned. "Parcel transferred, indeed," @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) whispers in reply.
21:36:00: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) bludgeons @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:36:26: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of their package.
21:36:33: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) shot a missile at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen).
21:36:35: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:36:39: The smell of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:38:26: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:38:57: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:39:09: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:39:49: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of their package.
21:39:52: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is incinerated. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them. "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned. "Parcel transferred, indeed," @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) whispers in reply.
21:39:57: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:40:00: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:40:02: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) successfully spears @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) to a wall through their chest. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has time to yell, "You bastard," as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) snags the package from the ground in front of them. "Parcel transferred."
21:40:15: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
21:40:20: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). Luckily, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:40:23: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:40:25: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way.
21:40:27: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
21:40:42: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
21:40:47: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) bludgeons @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:40:51: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) got one over on @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) see's @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) did not see before. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_25(Calto Fremis) 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.
21:40:54: The smell of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:41:21: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
21:41:25: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). Luckily, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:41:32: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of their package.
21:41:37: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_118(Bacon Moo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) manically runs after @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:41:45: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) bludgeons @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:41:51: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
21:41:59: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) currently has the package.
21:42:02: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) is bloody from head to toe after a rough number of successful entanglements. "Geronimo, fuckstick!" They look up at the voice and see a a dot in the sky. It quickly turns into two dots: a sky born @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
21:42:39: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery with the package.
21:42:43: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:42:44: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). Luckily, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:42:47: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with the package.
21:42:56: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
21:43:00: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
21:43:06: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) launched an electrified bola at their feet. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
21:44:24: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Luckily, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:44:37: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery with the package.
21:44:43: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
21:44:53: The smell of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:45:17: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:45:22: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). Luckily, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:45:24: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:45:26: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) bludgeons @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:46:05: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:46:10: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_118(Bacon Moo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) manically runs after @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:46:15: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) successfully spears @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) to a wall through their chest. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has time to yell, "You bastard," as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) snags the package from the ground in front of them. "Parcel transferred."
21:46:26: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way.
21:46:29: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way.
21:46:34: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
21:47:03: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
21:55:12: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is incinerated. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them. "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned. "Parcel transferred, indeed," @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) whispers in reply.
21:55:44: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:55:54: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) hefts it on their shoulder. The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling. It is this reason alone that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
21:56:02: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:56:09: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:56:19: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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.
21:56:24: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:56:28: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
21:56:45: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery of their package.
21:56:49: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) is incinerated. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them. "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned. "Parcel transferred, indeed," @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) whispers in reply.
21:57:01: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way.
21:57:05: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) shot a missile at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis).
21:57:15: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:57:19: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues their delivery.
21:57:23: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:57:26: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) is bloody from head to toe after a rough number of successful entanglements. "Geronimo, fuckstick!" They look up at the voice and see a a dot in the sky. It quickly turns into two dots: a sky born @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
21:57:48: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
21:58:11: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:58:14: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
21:58:42: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:59:05: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) shot a missile at @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo).
21:59:31: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:59:34: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Luckily, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:59:36: Someone once told @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) knows @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_25(Calto Fremis) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'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_25(Calto Fremis) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:59:37: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:59:39: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:59:42: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
22:00:01: Someone once told @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) got one over on @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) see's @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) did not see before. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_139(Jeff Colen) 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.
22:00:09: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis), who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
22:00:14: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). This is arguably why @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
22:00:17: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) got one over on @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) see's @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) did not see before. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_25(Calto Fremis) 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.
22:00:20: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_25(Calto Fremis) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) manically runs after @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
22:00:24: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery of their package.
22:00:24: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) hefts it on their shoulder. The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling. It is this reason alone that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
22:00:26: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery of their package.
22:00:27: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) bludgeons @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
22:01:00: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) hefts it on their shoulder. The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling. It is this reason alone that @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
22:01:05: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
22:01:09: @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) currently has the package.
22:01:16: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) hefts it on their shoulder. The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling. It is this reason alone that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
22:01:16: Package delivered by Bacon Moo for $2,400,000