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[werejew]

[For some reason or another, you're walking by 1667 Nelson Street. The first thing you'll notice is that the Major is hanging from a lamp post, decked out in his Nazi best. Upside down, actually, by a rope tied to his ankles. Annie is sitting in a lawn chair next to him, smoking nonchalantly. There is a metal baseball bat at her feet; the bat has a few nails driven through it. There is also a paper sign next to her: THREE SWINGS, FIVE CENTS

Batter. Fucking. Up.]

(Order is your character -> annie -> major. enjoy.)

Comments

[princecreepshow]

[ Yes, just walking past but...isn't that the guy who was all rude to him that time way back?

He sees the sign and grins wide.

Oh hell yes. ]

[werejew]

Step on up, kid, it's a once-in-a-fucking-lifetime opportunity!

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major quirks his head a little at the sight of Belphegor. He feels like he should know you, but he doesn't really remember you.]

Indeed it is. I guarantee she'll never have an idea as creative or as thought out as this again.

[princecreepshow]

Sure~ [ He throws Annie the money. ]

And you, jackass, [ He takes the bat and looks at the Major through his bangs. ] can shut up. I won't mind screams of pain though~~

[ And he swings that bat--hard. ]

[werejew]

[and another dime for the bra-bank. this has been a good day.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[There's a metallic clang as the bat collides with the Major's metal gut. He lets out a breath of air, but it's purely reactionary due to the motion than any physical discomfort.

Being a cyborg, he can't really feel pain most times. Or anything at all, for that matter.

His body swings very slightly from the rope, and the Major just raises (or maybe lowers, from this angle) an eyebrow.]</small. Do I know you, young man?

[princecreepshow]

[ Oh come on, he prefers when his victims are in pain. Well, he can hit him more times this way. ]

Yeah, you do.

[ And he gives another swing, going for the head this time. ]