Expectations continue to fall.
True.
Most books are pretty awful. Like any other form of media, you're going to get some good ones but the only thing that the book has over anything else is that you've got nearly two thousand years worth of prefiltered content to choose from. If you're reading new books you're stacking the odds against yourself being able to enjoy any of it.
Updated. I may or may not have cocked up the hair a bit.
It's okay, just tell me where they live.
With words, Sfor-chan, with words.
Maybe you shouldn't have sent them the weapons to combat the United Society of Soup Revolutionaries.
Aren't you so clever?
It doesn't what now?
First thing I've finished on it.
Down girl.
Yeah, way to be such a that guy.
Hola, oldfag.
Callout threads are against the rules.
The next best shooter in the show is this young gun from Texas, he's broken a few records and you can't say you're not impressed, but Almond-- yes, that is his name-- isn't anything to write home about. You've never timed your quickdraw but if it came down to it you'd be the one walking from that deal. That's why it bothers you so much that he's always trying to talk to you about stuff. He's still more than 5 years your senior. Doesn't he know that it's really skeevy? He's talking at you and has been for a couple of minutes. So you started to untie your shoes like your were going to take them off so you wouldn't have to look interested and when he didn't bother finishing you just tied them again and looked back up at his stupid mug for a second before the bile rising up from your gut forced your eyes back down. After what felt like hours of ignoring him you tell him that you have to go. He tips his hat and drawls something pointless. Closer inspection of your watch informed you that it takes five minutes to untie and tie your shoes six times. Good to know. You need something to do other than talk to Jeremy and Fulton, your left and right shoes. You named them because the mass produced strips of cloth and rubber have more personality than anyone your father has introduced you to at this show. You think that he might want you to get it with McKissinger-- yes, that's also his name-- though. He came to the show after your debut, he's the closest pro gunslinger to your age in the world, probably. Your dad also has this wild idea that you're his own personal Annie Oakley clone. No, you actually don't like performing and shooting. You like guns and working with them, but getting up in front of people and actually using them has always been a point of annoyance for you. It's kind of like a story you read once about a guy who had a sword so sharp that leaves avoided the edge or something. It's hard to explain but you feel like the gun is supposed to be that sword. The gun is a work of art and firing it at something for show is a way to dull the edge, to dirty it or something. It's hard to remember. You're sitting in your little alcove where your costume is. It's not exactly tasteful but at least it isn't skanky or anything. But what it doesn't show in skin it shows in tackiness. It's a standard old west getup tailored to be as feminine as your limited figure will allow. You take a quick look around to make sure no one's looking and change up. That's one thing you hate about being backstage, you need to stay low in case of stray bullets and you need to stay aware in case of stray glances. You're not the only girl there, there are a few ring girl types that do intermission, but they're all sluts who've given it to half and more of the cast so you don't imagine they give much of a shit. You're dressed in the ridiculous outfit now. You're never gonna live this down, but it's worth it for a chance to test your modifications a bit. You should... [] Prep your gun. [] Wake up. [] Wake up.
[x] Scream like a little girl.
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