What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
The flight was on time, something unusual for planes nowadays, and Joe was boarding his flight within the hour.
Once on the plane, Joe was directed into first class, where a comfortable recliner and a glass of wine awaited him. A selection of dvds lay upon a nearby table, and a menu was visible on a nearby television screen.
Joe half-expected to find some secret message on the DVD, Mission Impossible-style, the way this day had been going. "Why not, what the heck," he muttered as he inserted Mission Impossible (the first one, the only good one).
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
The movie made the time pass quickly, as most action movies do, and by the time the credits started rolling there was a message that they were going to begin the landing sequence. His ears started to pop and he could feel the plane tiliting down. A woman tripped over his overnight bag which was lieing open beside his chair. He didn't remember it being there.
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
Everything he had put in there was still inside. There was also a sheet of paper inside tied to a something. The woman that tripped over the bag was already off the plane.
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
What?! Look at the initial post; he is dead. Deceased. Kaputt. Indefinitely horizontal. In mafia games, you see, people are occasionally "killed off," and when that sad event occurs, he or she is no longer allowed to post, on account of rigor mortis and what-have-you.
'Welcome to Mafia Salvation', it said, 'Population: 3,660.' And someone, they never figured out who, had painted on the sign in red letters: '1,831 to lynch.'
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Get a hold of yourself, dude!
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Once on the plane, Joe was directed into first class, where a comfortable recliner and a glass of wine awaited him. A selection of dvds lay upon a nearby table, and a menu was visible on a nearby television screen.
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thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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He took a quick glance inside as he prepared to leave the plane.
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thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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He checked the something attached to the paper.
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