Let's Go for a Walk_A Reason to Learn_Ludvig_Designated Archnemesis
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Let's Go for a Walk
In my years of living in the area, there had never been a moment where I didn’t feel safe. Sure, there were a few scares with hooded men lingering around during the day and some very human-looking trees at night, but I never had (or knew anyone that had) experienced a harmful incident in Pine Hills. Of course, until the bumkins down the street moved in. They were called the Farmers. And the Farmers, well, they and their millions of conundrums made their way into Pine Hills and single-handedly ruined the priswww.onedoor.cctine real estate value of the whole neighborhood. How could one house do that, you ask?...
A Reason to Learn
Asher 6:30 A.M The alarm I set for 6:00 is sounding. For a second, I get irritated with my phone for waking me up, until I look at the time. Of course, on one of the most important days of my life, I woke up late. I have to go. There’s no time to shower, obviously, because I have to get there in about 15 minutes. Now I'm just irritated with myself. My heart and head are pounding with panic as I put on a button-up shirt and jeans. I slide into my shoes and rush out of my small apartment, down 2 flights of stairs, and out the door. It’s 6:40. I have to be at the convention in 5 minutes. God...
Ludvig
I remember the case distinctly, because it was unlike one I’d ever worked on before. My partner Roger and I had mostly looked for cats in trees, or recovered someone’s missing money. But one day, I got an interesting call."Hector and Roger, Private Investigators, no case too small. How can I help you?""This is Dr. Paley in the morgue. I need your help.""No problem, with what can we help you?""A body has disappeared.""What?""I think you better come down here and I can explain."So I drove the few blocks to the morgue, and met with Dr. Paley. "A murder victim came in, and he was on my table. Caus...
Designated Archnemesis
On the day of the Tiamat Event, Chokepoint was having a coffee with her prospective archnemesis. It was, to be honest, a pain in the ass. She hadn’t had to do one of these for years, banking on her reputation to deter most hopefuls. Unfortunately, most did not equate to all, and the Commission was really holding this one over her head. “Shouldn’t you be looking for a snobby art-critic type or something?” she asked, flatly. “Oh, where’s the fun in that?” The person across the table flashed a smile from behind her mask. Supposedly she was an up-and-coming “villain” named after some obscure Frenc...