Post by Andy D on Dec 21, 2012 20:33:14 GMT -5
If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it – Albert Einstein
Well that’s just great. Not only did I get to watch Q in action in our tag match last week I even got to be on the receiving end of his technique. And you can drag your mind out of innuendo gutter right now, thank you very much. The thing that was annoying me is, despite that small insight, I still didn’t have much of a clue about Q.
Thankfully I had a plan to rectify this. Granted, it was a bad plan on paper. I had spent the morning arguing with my Manager, Lucy Hunt, who was claiming how unfair it was that I had been scheduled to fight on the usually matchless Icey Awards show while most of the roster got an extended Christmas break. Personally, I didn’t care about that. I just take what’s thrown at me and roll with it. When life gives me lemons I keep them, because who gets angry at free lemons?
I did confess that the strange and random Q had me stumped. After all how do you work out how a guy will react when he makes snow angles after being thrown from a battle royal, tries to serve tea to an opponent before a match and shows up to another match wearing a bear costume simply because of his partner’s nickname? Lucy suggested that maybe I need someone who thought as randomly as Q seemed to. And that’s when I realised, I knew someone who was like that. Or should I say someones? I barely let the idea sink into Lucy’s head as I rushed out of the little room at the back of the Gym that was under my apartment. I needed to see the 2Guys now, so I was heading to their house.
Unlike myself, who has an apartment location of convenience, the 2Guys have a place out in the suburbs for a bit more piece and quiet. I haven’t dropped by theirs often, in fact every time I have been there has not been by my choice. By directly doing something I would not ordinarily do I had hoped to gain the psychological edge I felt I was lacking.
Either that, or I have finally lost my mind.
After riding 2 buses for over an hour and a brief walk, I found the house the 2Guys and knocked on the door. And waited. And then I knocked on the door again. After a 3rd, much louder, knock, I finally heard some movement inside. When the door opened, I was greeted with a guttural and annoyed “What the frag?!” What greeted me at the door was a very tired, sick looking Menace wrapped, just barely decent, in a towel. “…Andy?” he finally said, recognising me as I stood at the door.
“Excellent, you’re in.” I said, moving forward and using my presence and his lack of complete awareness to basically muscle my way into the house “I need your help.”
I barged my way in towards their main sitting room, which was a fairly large room considering the house wasn’t that big to start with. This was mainly because the wall separating out what would be the sitting room and dining room had been almost completely removed, which allowed the 2Guys to basically extend one room into another.
“You look a bit hung over” I commented to Menace, while I took off my coat and threw it over the back of a chair.
“Naw” Menace tried to deny with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, which unfortunately wasn’t much “I may still be drunk.”
“Oh, don’t tell me.” Realisation finally hit me as I sat down on the same chair I threw my coat over. I was a black pseudo leather on that was rather comfortable. “You had your Work Christmas Dinner last night didn’t you?”
“How could you tell?” Menace spoke in agony as he lay back on the sofa. The towel he wore thankfully stayed in place. The 2Guys Work Christmas Dinner involved just the 2Guys, and a hell of a lot more liquid consumed than food, if you get the drift.
“Ok” I sighed, getting up and heading towards the kitchen “You grab a shower, and I’ll make the hangover cures” Having drunk a lot of alcohol over the years, the 2Guys came up with their own special hangover cure which helped get rid of the terrible feeling of said illness. Thankfully they have taught me this cure, so I went to go make it while Menace made himself more presentable.
At some point between me going into the kitchen and Menace dragging himself towards the bathroom, Jackle had walked into the room. I hadn’t seen him at this point, but his mumbled gibberish sure let me know he was just as bad as Menace, who exchanged a conversation in a weird caveman-esque grunts and mumbles.
So the 2Guys headed off for some morning wake up showers and to put clothes on. Meanwhile I raided the fridge, threw some stuff in the blender and made up a couple of magic hang over cures, which once done I took back through to the sitting room and placed them on the coffee table in the middle of the room, awaiting Jackle and Menace to come back downstairs and drink them. Being finished long before them, I sat back in the chair I had originally claimed and studied the room.
I always imagined that the 2Guys were lazy slobs when it came to house keeping. They always truck me as the kind of people who would throw their mail, newspapers and TV mags onto the coffee table when they were finished with them, and should they fall onto the floor, well then they can stay there. In fact they may just be thrown onto the floor in the first place. I always assumed that their attitude to dusting and hovering was ‘We’ll do it tomorrow, always tomorrow.’
But, to my constant surprise, their place is nothing like that. Everything is neat, tidy and organised. No dust seems to be settled on any surface or dug into the carpets in any way. They really do keep this place in good condition.
Eventually, Jackle and Menace made their way into the main room, downed their hang over cure, sat down on the sofa and hung their heads in their hands wishing they were dead right now. “So, how was last night?” I asked mockingly, to which I received two very painfully sounding groans as a response. “Well that’s what you get for going out on the lash and masquerading it as a Christmas meal.”
“There was food” Menace groaned in defence.
“It was even turkey.” Jackle added.
“A packet of Turkey flavoured ‘chips’ is not a Christmas meal” I explained.
“How do you know…?” Menace trailed off. “Were you there?” He asked, looked at me through glazed eyes with a look of ‘was I really that drunk?’
And that’s when the door opened to the room once more “Hi” another tired and hung over voice said. And I was shocked, not just because another person came into the room, although there was that element considering I thought it was just Jackle and Menace in this place. No, what really shocked me was that it was a woman. Actually woman might not be the right word, either supermodel or goddess would be more appropriate. She was about 5 foot 8, slim but not insanely skinny, long silky brown hair, the most captivating blue eyes and some amazing legs, which were completely on display considering she was wearing nothing but a purple (mens) shirt and a pair of underwear.
“Jackle’s Girlfriend” Menace said, nonchalantly as my chin was floating about 5 inches from the floor.
“Wow” I uttered, breathlessly “How… but she… and just…” the questions completely failed me.
“Don’t try and think.” Menace suggested “It only hurts more.” Said the man with the hangover.
“Babe?” The woman called out as she sauntered into the kitchen “Do we have any aspirin around?”
“She went out with us last night” Jackle explained.
“Yeah, she almost drank me under the table” Menace added “Almost.”
Jackle quickly pointed at his glass and wordlessly asked me if there was any more, to which I nodded remembering there was still some left over from making those two glasses “Chess? There should be some stuff in the blender that’s a hangover cure” he spoke slightly louder towards the kitchen.
“Chess?” I questioned.
“Francesca” Jackle extrapolated “just call her Chess for short” I was going to ask why Chess and not Fran, but then I remembered I didn’t really care.
“OH MY GOD” we heard form ‘Chess’ scream from the kitchen “That’s disgusting” She tried the drink, and Menace choked back a ‘that’s what she said’, which I later learned as a very common occurrence with her and one of the reasons Menace actually liked her.
“You try the drink? It’s supposed to taste bad” I explained “It doesn’t actually do anything to cure your hangover, it’s just so bad that it reminds you that there are worse things than how you feel.”
“That’s just wrong” She said, walking back into the main room and looking at the contents of the glass she still held. Then she took another gulp. After fighting the urge to vomit, and succeeding, she looked at me “Who are you?”
“That’s Andy” Menace said “He’s a friend.”
“Oh” Francesca said “And why is he here?” She asked the guys
“Oh he’s here for…” Menace started before turning to me “Actually why are you here?”
“Your help” I stated bluntly “I need ideas for what I could do against Q.”
“Oh that’s easy” Jackle exclaimed, completely missing the fact that I never ask for or want their ideas usually. That’s partly the hangover and partly the delusion that I’m always wanting these ideas in the first place.
“Ok then,” I said “hit me with what you got.”
“Well…”
“Umm…”
“Easy huh?” I said, partly sceptically and partly sarcastically.
“Ok, no, I got you” Jackle said with all the enthusiasm of a movie producer “Check this out” And that’s where pitch number one came in.
“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca commented.
“Topical” I commented “But done to death. Everybody’s doing that, I want something new, something fresh, something… off the wall.”
This time Menace sparked up “Ok, you want off the wall, I got you covered.”
“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca once again commented.
“That was defiantly out there” I said, taken aback by the weirdness “Kind of sounds like a kids cartoon show though.”
“Oh” Menace said, disheartened “I suppose it could work as a kids show. We’d have to remove the alcohol abuse, drug references and constant sexual innuendoes thought.”
“OK, here’s the killer idea” Jackle said enthusiastically.
“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca said with the exact same enthusiasm that she said for the other ideas. At this point I knew she didn’t really have any idea what was going on, but then again, I barely knew what was going on and I asked for this.
“Well, it’s a bit tasty” I commented “Sounds like a blockbuster action flick. Bit one note with chase sequences and explosions.”
“Yeah” Jackle said “It could make millions.”
“I’ve got it” Menace excitedly exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and clapping his hands “A detective story, it’ll be perfect for you.”
“Did you try a detective angle once?” I asked “and by try, I mean screwed up?”
“Don’t worry, this one’s different,” Menace said, gleaming, “and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Whoa, that’s…” Francesca started to say.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool.” I interjected, interrupting the girl. “A detective noir theme? It’s an interesting direction” I hesitantly explained.
“But…?” Menace asked.
“I don’t know, I came here to get something different, something that just…” I failed to find the words to describe what I was looking for as, truth be told, I had no idea what it was and hoping to just realise it when I found it “I just suddenly feel like I’m back at square one.”
“It’s a good square” Menace said as he finally sat back down “The most popular one” he reiterated. I looked at him puzzled “No matter how people move through the board of life, only a small amount reach the end. Even on the trip towards there, everybody takes a different route, landing in different places, skipping over different squares. But everybody has to start from square one. It’s the one square that links us all.”
“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca said, which was now irritating me.
“That was… deep man” I finally said after being stunned at Menace’s insight “You really are still a bit drunk from last night, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Maybe” Menace confessed with a small gleam in his eye.
But he was right about one thing. No matter how different we may be we did, in some way, have the same kind of start. And if I want to play this game, if I want to get ahead of my opponent, instead of trying to just understand him I should just take a gamble. Just roll those dice and hope I get a better roll that he did.
And if that fail, I’m going to launch a children’s cartoon about a cat astronaut.
Well that’s just great. Not only did I get to watch Q in action in our tag match last week I even got to be on the receiving end of his technique. And you can drag your mind out of innuendo gutter right now, thank you very much. The thing that was annoying me is, despite that small insight, I still didn’t have much of a clue about Q.
Thankfully I had a plan to rectify this. Granted, it was a bad plan on paper. I had spent the morning arguing with my Manager, Lucy Hunt, who was claiming how unfair it was that I had been scheduled to fight on the usually matchless Icey Awards show while most of the roster got an extended Christmas break. Personally, I didn’t care about that. I just take what’s thrown at me and roll with it. When life gives me lemons I keep them, because who gets angry at free lemons?
I did confess that the strange and random Q had me stumped. After all how do you work out how a guy will react when he makes snow angles after being thrown from a battle royal, tries to serve tea to an opponent before a match and shows up to another match wearing a bear costume simply because of his partner’s nickname? Lucy suggested that maybe I need someone who thought as randomly as Q seemed to. And that’s when I realised, I knew someone who was like that. Or should I say someones? I barely let the idea sink into Lucy’s head as I rushed out of the little room at the back of the Gym that was under my apartment. I needed to see the 2Guys now, so I was heading to their house.
Unlike myself, who has an apartment location of convenience, the 2Guys have a place out in the suburbs for a bit more piece and quiet. I haven’t dropped by theirs often, in fact every time I have been there has not been by my choice. By directly doing something I would not ordinarily do I had hoped to gain the psychological edge I felt I was lacking.
Either that, or I have finally lost my mind.
After riding 2 buses for over an hour and a brief walk, I found the house the 2Guys and knocked on the door. And waited. And then I knocked on the door again. After a 3rd, much louder, knock, I finally heard some movement inside. When the door opened, I was greeted with a guttural and annoyed “What the frag?!” What greeted me at the door was a very tired, sick looking Menace wrapped, just barely decent, in a towel. “…Andy?” he finally said, recognising me as I stood at the door.
“Excellent, you’re in.” I said, moving forward and using my presence and his lack of complete awareness to basically muscle my way into the house “I need your help.”
I barged my way in towards their main sitting room, which was a fairly large room considering the house wasn’t that big to start with. This was mainly because the wall separating out what would be the sitting room and dining room had been almost completely removed, which allowed the 2Guys to basically extend one room into another.
“You look a bit hung over” I commented to Menace, while I took off my coat and threw it over the back of a chair.
“Naw” Menace tried to deny with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, which unfortunately wasn’t much “I may still be drunk.”
“Oh, don’t tell me.” Realisation finally hit me as I sat down on the same chair I threw my coat over. I was a black pseudo leather on that was rather comfortable. “You had your Work Christmas Dinner last night didn’t you?”
“How could you tell?” Menace spoke in agony as he lay back on the sofa. The towel he wore thankfully stayed in place. The 2Guys Work Christmas Dinner involved just the 2Guys, and a hell of a lot more liquid consumed than food, if you get the drift.
“Ok” I sighed, getting up and heading towards the kitchen “You grab a shower, and I’ll make the hangover cures” Having drunk a lot of alcohol over the years, the 2Guys came up with their own special hangover cure which helped get rid of the terrible feeling of said illness. Thankfully they have taught me this cure, so I went to go make it while Menace made himself more presentable.
At some point between me going into the kitchen and Menace dragging himself towards the bathroom, Jackle had walked into the room. I hadn’t seen him at this point, but his mumbled gibberish sure let me know he was just as bad as Menace, who exchanged a conversation in a weird caveman-esque grunts and mumbles.
So the 2Guys headed off for some morning wake up showers and to put clothes on. Meanwhile I raided the fridge, threw some stuff in the blender and made up a couple of magic hang over cures, which once done I took back through to the sitting room and placed them on the coffee table in the middle of the room, awaiting Jackle and Menace to come back downstairs and drink them. Being finished long before them, I sat back in the chair I had originally claimed and studied the room.
I always imagined that the 2Guys were lazy slobs when it came to house keeping. They always truck me as the kind of people who would throw their mail, newspapers and TV mags onto the coffee table when they were finished with them, and should they fall onto the floor, well then they can stay there. In fact they may just be thrown onto the floor in the first place. I always assumed that their attitude to dusting and hovering was ‘We’ll do it tomorrow, always tomorrow.’
But, to my constant surprise, their place is nothing like that. Everything is neat, tidy and organised. No dust seems to be settled on any surface or dug into the carpets in any way. They really do keep this place in good condition.
Eventually, Jackle and Menace made their way into the main room, downed their hang over cure, sat down on the sofa and hung their heads in their hands wishing they were dead right now. “So, how was last night?” I asked mockingly, to which I received two very painfully sounding groans as a response. “Well that’s what you get for going out on the lash and masquerading it as a Christmas meal.”
“There was food” Menace groaned in defence.
“It was even turkey.” Jackle added.
“A packet of Turkey flavoured ‘chips’ is not a Christmas meal” I explained.
“How do you know…?” Menace trailed off. “Were you there?” He asked, looked at me through glazed eyes with a look of ‘was I really that drunk?’
And that’s when the door opened to the room once more “Hi” another tired and hung over voice said. And I was shocked, not just because another person came into the room, although there was that element considering I thought it was just Jackle and Menace in this place. No, what really shocked me was that it was a woman. Actually woman might not be the right word, either supermodel or goddess would be more appropriate. She was about 5 foot 8, slim but not insanely skinny, long silky brown hair, the most captivating blue eyes and some amazing legs, which were completely on display considering she was wearing nothing but a purple (mens) shirt and a pair of underwear.
“Jackle’s Girlfriend” Menace said, nonchalantly as my chin was floating about 5 inches from the floor.
“Wow” I uttered, breathlessly “How… but she… and just…” the questions completely failed me.
“Don’t try and think.” Menace suggested “It only hurts more.” Said the man with the hangover.
“Babe?” The woman called out as she sauntered into the kitchen “Do we have any aspirin around?”
“She went out with us last night” Jackle explained.
“Yeah, she almost drank me under the table” Menace added “Almost.”
Jackle quickly pointed at his glass and wordlessly asked me if there was any more, to which I nodded remembering there was still some left over from making those two glasses “Chess? There should be some stuff in the blender that’s a hangover cure” he spoke slightly louder towards the kitchen.
“Chess?” I questioned.
“Francesca” Jackle extrapolated “just call her Chess for short” I was going to ask why Chess and not Fran, but then I remembered I didn’t really care.
“OH MY GOD” we heard form ‘Chess’ scream from the kitchen “That’s disgusting” She tried the drink, and Menace choked back a ‘that’s what she said’, which I later learned as a very common occurrence with her and one of the reasons Menace actually liked her.
“You try the drink? It’s supposed to taste bad” I explained “It doesn’t actually do anything to cure your hangover, it’s just so bad that it reminds you that there are worse things than how you feel.”
“That’s just wrong” She said, walking back into the main room and looking at the contents of the glass she still held. Then she took another gulp. After fighting the urge to vomit, and succeeding, she looked at me “Who are you?”
“That’s Andy” Menace said “He’s a friend.”
“Oh” Francesca said “And why is he here?” She asked the guys
“Oh he’s here for…” Menace started before turning to me “Actually why are you here?”
“Your help” I stated bluntly “I need ideas for what I could do against Q.”
“Oh that’s easy” Jackle exclaimed, completely missing the fact that I never ask for or want their ideas usually. That’s partly the hangover and partly the delusion that I’m always wanting these ideas in the first place.
“Ok then,” I said “hit me with what you got.”
“Well…”
“Umm…”
“Easy huh?” I said, partly sceptically and partly sarcastically.
“Ok, no, I got you” Jackle said with all the enthusiasm of a movie producer “Check this out” And that’s where pitch number one came in.
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The Myan’s were right, 2012 was the great apocalypse and the world ended, or most of it anyway. You’re a post apocalyptic survivor just trying to make your way in the world. But between brain sucking zombies, man eating giant beasts and cutthroat pirates slash other survivors, can you make it out of life alive?
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The Myan’s were right, 2012 was the great apocalypse and the world ended, or most of it anyway. You’re a post apocalyptic survivor just trying to make your way in the world. But between brain sucking zombies, man eating giant beasts and cutthroat pirates slash other survivors, can you make it out of life alive?
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“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca commented.
“Topical” I commented “But done to death. Everybody’s doing that, I want something new, something fresh, something… off the wall.”
This time Menace sparked up “Ok, you want off the wall, I got you covered.”
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In the 1950’s, space travel was pioneered by animals, although it wasn’t by their choice. Most of these poor animals were trapped and died within the confines of their transportation, but a few of them were lost to the depths of space. One, a cat called Magnanimous Mahogany Marshmallow, flew through some form of inter-dimensional portal, the cosmic rays inside changed the little feline. Now, cruising through another galaxy, the puss now known as Major Moggy is on a one cat mission to bring law and order to the galaxy, one purr at a time.
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In the 1950’s, space travel was pioneered by animals, although it wasn’t by their choice. Most of these poor animals were trapped and died within the confines of their transportation, but a few of them were lost to the depths of space. One, a cat called Magnanimous Mahogany Marshmallow, flew through some form of inter-dimensional portal, the cosmic rays inside changed the little feline. Now, cruising through another galaxy, the puss now known as Major Moggy is on a one cat mission to bring law and order to the galaxy, one purr at a time.
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“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca once again commented.
“That was defiantly out there” I said, taken aback by the weirdness “Kind of sounds like a kids cartoon show though.”
“Oh” Menace said, disheartened “I suppose it could work as a kids show. We’d have to remove the alcohol abuse, drug references and constant sexual innuendoes thought.”
“OK, here’s the killer idea” Jackle said enthusiastically.
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It was just a regular day in your regular job as the pizza delivery boy for a local mom and pop pizza parlour. But your latest delivery was not as ordinary as a margarita, as the destination explode mere moments upon arriving. Soon, you’re deep pan into a terrorist plot and racing all over town trying to save the day. Forget having to give away Pizza for free, if you’re not at the next destination in 30 minutes or less the consequences could be much worse.
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It was just a regular day in your regular job as the pizza delivery boy for a local mom and pop pizza parlour. But your latest delivery was not as ordinary as a margarita, as the destination explode mere moments upon arriving. Soon, you’re deep pan into a terrorist plot and racing all over town trying to save the day. Forget having to give away Pizza for free, if you’re not at the next destination in 30 minutes or less the consequences could be much worse.
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“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca said with the exact same enthusiasm that she said for the other ideas. At this point I knew she didn’t really have any idea what was going on, but then again, I barely knew what was going on and I asked for this.
“Well, it’s a bit tasty” I commented “Sounds like a blockbuster action flick. Bit one note with chase sequences and explosions.”
“Yeah” Jackle said “It could make millions.”
“I’ve got it” Menace excitedly exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and clapping his hands “A detective story, it’ll be perfect for you.”
“Did you try a detective angle once?” I asked “and by try, I mean screwed up?”
“Don’t worry, this one’s different,” Menace said, gleaming, “and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
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1940’s. Middle of the city. It’s a cesspool of ugly and disgusting glossed over it a coat of gloss to try and make it look pretty. I got sick of seeing it when I was a cop walking a beat, being reminded every day that this was a dark and evil city. So I quit the force. But when I got bored I became a private detective, and then my view of the city got even worse. I poured a glass of bourbon and inhaled the vapour from the glass. But I didn’t get to take a sip when she walked in. The dame wasn’t just hot, she was smoking so hard the Sahara in Summer must have felt inadequate. If looks could kill I would have been dead the second I clocked her cause this dame was a looker alright. And then she spoke, her voice equal parts of silky and sexy. I could swim across the room, kiss you all over your face and slap you for being a fool.
She wanted me for a job. That much was obvious, nobody ever walks into my office unless they’re looking to higher me. She floated across the room and sat down, making me question if her red dress was real or painted on. Hell, maybe the dame ain’t real, but if she’s paying cash I don’t care who’s imagination she sprang from, I’ll take the job. She wanted me to look into a mysterious man clad in a steel mask and a light brown trench coat and hat. I thought the mask was an odd choice. Then I found out more about him. Turns out when things go bad in this city, this mysterious man is found standing around near by. Shoot-outs gone bad, buildings burning down, explosions, bank robberies. He’s always been seen near-by and always looking at whatever it is going down. Was he causing these things to happen, was he a criminal mastermind watching his handiwork, or was he an observer, always waiting in the wings but only now just noticed. That’s what the dame wanted me to find out. And she was paying cash, so god damn it, that’s what I was going to do.
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1940’s. Middle of the city. It’s a cesspool of ugly and disgusting glossed over it a coat of gloss to try and make it look pretty. I got sick of seeing it when I was a cop walking a beat, being reminded every day that this was a dark and evil city. So I quit the force. But when I got bored I became a private detective, and then my view of the city got even worse. I poured a glass of bourbon and inhaled the vapour from the glass. But I didn’t get to take a sip when she walked in. The dame wasn’t just hot, she was smoking so hard the Sahara in Summer must have felt inadequate. If looks could kill I would have been dead the second I clocked her cause this dame was a looker alright. And then she spoke, her voice equal parts of silky and sexy. I could swim across the room, kiss you all over your face and slap you for being a fool.
She wanted me for a job. That much was obvious, nobody ever walks into my office unless they’re looking to higher me. She floated across the room and sat down, making me question if her red dress was real or painted on. Hell, maybe the dame ain’t real, but if she’s paying cash I don’t care who’s imagination she sprang from, I’ll take the job. She wanted me to look into a mysterious man clad in a steel mask and a light brown trench coat and hat. I thought the mask was an odd choice. Then I found out more about him. Turns out when things go bad in this city, this mysterious man is found standing around near by. Shoot-outs gone bad, buildings burning down, explosions, bank robberies. He’s always been seen near-by and always looking at whatever it is going down. Was he causing these things to happen, was he a criminal mastermind watching his handiwork, or was he an observer, always waiting in the wings but only now just noticed. That’s what the dame wanted me to find out. And she was paying cash, so god damn it, that’s what I was going to do.
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“Whoa, that’s…” Francesca started to say.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool.” I interjected, interrupting the girl. “A detective noir theme? It’s an interesting direction” I hesitantly explained.
“But…?” Menace asked.
“I don’t know, I came here to get something different, something that just…” I failed to find the words to describe what I was looking for as, truth be told, I had no idea what it was and hoping to just realise it when I found it “I just suddenly feel like I’m back at square one.”
“It’s a good square” Menace said as he finally sat back down “The most popular one” he reiterated. I looked at him puzzled “No matter how people move through the board of life, only a small amount reach the end. Even on the trip towards there, everybody takes a different route, landing in different places, skipping over different squares. But everybody has to start from square one. It’s the one square that links us all.”
“Whoa, that’s cool” Francesca said, which was now irritating me.
“That was… deep man” I finally said after being stunned at Menace’s insight “You really are still a bit drunk from last night, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Maybe” Menace confessed with a small gleam in his eye.
But he was right about one thing. No matter how different we may be we did, in some way, have the same kind of start. And if I want to play this game, if I want to get ahead of my opponent, instead of trying to just understand him I should just take a gamble. Just roll those dice and hope I get a better roll that he did.
And if that fail, I’m going to launch a children’s cartoon about a cat astronaut.
