05:03:19: Package picked up by Michael Bruggman
05:03:20: @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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.
05:13:46: @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine), 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_2(Leroy Palestine) currently has the package.
05:17:59: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_154(Michael Bruggman)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
06:37:40: @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_154(Michael Bruggman) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
07:25:52: @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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.
09:14:15: @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_154(Michael Bruggman)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
10:11:34: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes on their way.
11:13:29: @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_154(Michael Bruggman) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
12:54:02: Someone once told @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_7(Blaylock Samson) knows @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_7(Blaylock Samson) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'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_7(Blaylock Samson) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
13:02:49: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_7(Blaylock Samson) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
13:41:47: Package delivered by Michael Bruggman for $200,000