06:54:20: Package picked up by Michael Bruggman
06:54:21: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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_9(Mac Nielson) 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_9(Mac Nielson) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) 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_154(Michael Bruggman) came into view. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) barely heard @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
07:00:20: @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_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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco). This is arguably why @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
08:18:25: @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_154(Michael Bruggman)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
09:09:36: 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.
10:10:10: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_154(Michael Bruggman) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
10:58:53: Package delivered by Michael Bruggman for $100,000