15:01:41: Package picked up by Bacon Moo
15:01:42: 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_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_9(Mac Nielson)'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_9(Mac Nielson) 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.
16:02:17: 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_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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'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_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) 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.
17:00:28: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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.
18:01:06: 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
19:00:19: @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_118(Bacon Moo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
19:00:58: The smell of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
19:01:09: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
19:01:18: Someone once told @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'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_90(Glenn Murphy) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) 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.
19:01:21: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
19:01:27: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
19:01:31: @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way.
19:01:33: @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_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
19:01:36: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy) 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_90(Glenn Murphy)'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_90(Glenn Murphy) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
19:01:39: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_90(Glenn Murphy), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
19:01:41: Package delivered by Glenn Murphy for $280,000