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matrixrefugeeI was in my room last night, minding my own business and reading the manual for Hellgate: London last night, when I heard a commotion outside, including the sounds of teenaged boys whooping like monkeys and tree branches snapping. I looked out the window in time to see these three Australopithicines in tee shirts and jean shorts ripping a small fir tree up from the strip of land along the sidewalk in front of our house and toss it in the air. I emitted a roar worthy of the Morrigan and barrelled out of my room, down the stairs and out the door. By the time I'd got to the sidewalk (we have a long front yard) the biohazards had disappeared up the street, though I could still hear them whooping. I went inside and on being informed by my mom that this was not the first time this happened this week (my dad had found a thirty-five dollar pine tree uprooted Wednesday), I called the police. Two cruisers and two cops showed up within about three minutes to check it out. Unfortunately, I didn't get a good look at the hoodlums, so they weren't able to catch them, but they say they're going to step up the patrols in the area.
I'm asking you to pray that these idiots do something to get themselves caught and get their arses handed to them royally. Or that they come clean and turn themselves in for property damage and harm to the environment. Either that or that a tree falls on them and kills them. I just want them to get what's coming to them for ruining two little green leafy lives.
I've been tinkering with one of my paranormal romance stories again, specificly the one dealing with Vincent "the Dragon" von Pfeffner, the shape-shifting dragon-preternatural Mob family enforcer. I'm tempted to write a bit with him trying to literally bite the head off a teenaged gang-banger wannabe from an otherwise normal suburban New England town, but while the piece I wrote is funny in black comic way, I have no idea what the circumstances would be to trigger the scenelet. Except that I *KNOW* Vincent has a hair-trigger temper, I'm just not sure what would be the flash-point.
I'm asking you to pray that these idiots do something to get themselves caught and get their arses handed to them royally. Or that they come clean and turn themselves in for property damage and harm to the environment. Either that or that a tree falls on them and kills them. I just want them to get what's coming to them for ruining two little green leafy lives.
I've been tinkering with one of my paranormal romance stories again, specificly the one dealing with Vincent "the Dragon" von Pfeffner, the shape-shifting dragon-preternatural Mob family enforcer. I'm tempted to write a bit with him trying to literally bite the head off a teenaged gang-banger wannabe from an otherwise normal suburban New England town, but while the piece I wrote is funny in black comic way, I have no idea what the circumstances would be to trigger the scenelet. Except that I *KNOW* Vincent has a hair-trigger temper, I'm just not sure what would be the flash-point.
