-(Incoming Transmission -(Reaver Mercenary Company -( John "Pumpernickel" Mackinac
Hi there. I return now to Islay. Yes. Islay. Where the food is *cough* delicious and the halls smell really *cough* good. Much better than that musty old Luxury Liner next door. Hate that place. It's terrible. All the women run around without any dignity with their clothes almost off. I would rather they put on a nice sandwich outfit and advertise the House of Reuben. Terrible people. Terrible.
So. Uh. One million credits to Pumpernickel.Reaver? Nah, just send them over to Amethyst. He deserves it more. He's the one with a CD. I just flail around uselessly lobbing missiles at random, endangering myself and others. Mostly myself and enemies.
Delicious!
~John Mackinac
-(Transmission Terminated
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.