08:17:59: Package picked up by Corvus Wyatt
08:18:00: 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) manically runs after @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
09:40:16: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). This is arguably why @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
10:04:13: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes on their way.
10:04:17: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship fires two nuclear torpedos into @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship, instantly incinerating it. The package is snagged by a lengthy magnetic tow cable. "Parcel transferred."
10:10:13: As @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) rounds a corner, they are distracted for more than a split second by a hastily posted cardboard cut-out of a Zyxxan Hound fornicating with a famous human politician from centuries before. This momentarily lapse in focus is all @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) needs in order to slam a large whirring chainsaw into the chest of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). "Parcel transferred."
13:00:28: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues their delivery.
14:00:20: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson). This is arguably why @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
14:17:15: Someone once told @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) got one over on @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) see's @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) did not see before. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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.
14:17:23: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
14:19:49: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). Luckily, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
14:19:57: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) manically runs after @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
14:20:30: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery of their package.
14:20:40: @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_85(Corvus Wyatt)" scrawled on it in pink paint. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). Fuck eaten. Good job, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
14:50:31: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) launched an electrified bola at their feet. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
15:00:14: @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_2(Leroy Palestine) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
15:00:27: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes on their way.
15:00:30: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes on their way.
15:00:32: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery of their package.
15:00:34: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) came into view. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) barely heard @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
15:00:39: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship fires two nuclear torpedos into @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship, instantly incinerating it. The package is snagged by a lengthy magnetic tow cable. "Parcel transferred."
15:03:56: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) shot a missile at @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine).
15:05:15: Someone once told @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) knows @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'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_85(Corvus Wyatt) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
15:05:21: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) came into view. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) barely heard @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
15:05:27: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). This is arguably why @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
15:05:31: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
15:16:32: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
15:16:37: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
15:25:13: As @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) rounds a corner, they are distracted for more than a split second by a hastily posted cardboard cut-out of a Zyxxan Hound fornicating with a famous human politician from centuries before. This momentarily lapse in focus is all @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) needs in order to slam a large whirring chainsaw into the chest of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). "Parcel transferred."
15:27:30: Someone once told @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) knows @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'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_2(Leroy Palestine) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
15:27:35: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
15:27:41: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) bludgeons @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
16:00:05: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery of their package.
16:16:19: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
16:16:23: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) continues their delivery.
16:16:28: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) manically runs after @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
16:16:32: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt). Luckily, @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
16:16:35: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine). @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes delivery of their package.
16:16:37: Someone once told @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) knows @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'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_85(Corvus Wyatt) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
16:16:40: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) resumes on their way.
16:16:44: The smell of @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
16:17:19: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine)'s ship rams head-first into @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship, utilizing a superheated prow to disintegrate @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s cockpit. The package is snagged by @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) after a daring space walk. "Parcel transferred."
16:17:33: Someone once told @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) got one over on @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) see's @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) did not see before. @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_2(Leroy Palestine) 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.
16:17:39: @peepso_user_2(Leroy Palestine) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
16:18:00: Package delivered by Corvus Wyatt for $860,000