Huff... Huff...
The world before the Assassin molded into green and brown, her boots effortlessly catching branches, dodging leaves and forest critters as she glided across the canopy. The cacophony of battle at the village dimmed behind her with each leap, fading into the ambience of the forest...
DAY FOUR ON THE RUN
Not any more on the run than The Red Mistress usually was. Only a new, pervasive kind of hiding. The murder of King Gallus was unlike any job she had taken before, and for the first time, the target on her back was larger than she could bear alone. Fearing betrayal from even...
1000 PCS GOLD REWARD
FOR THE CAPTURE OF
THE RED MISTRESS
ALIAS OF TIFFANY DELMAR
DEAD OR ALIVE
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FOR MURDER, THIEVERY, TREASON, ESPIONAGE, ASSAULT, ABDUCTION, SMUGGLING, CONSPIRACY, ESCAPE, VANDALISM, WITCHCRAFT,
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The caves shook mightily as the miners erupted in gunfire. Stalactites fell all around them, piercing bugs and lodging into the cold stone as pillars. Through drilled tunnels, across ziplines and immense gaps, the teams slayed their path to the drop pod, its headlights welcoming them with a hot...
"Team eight, Control - copy. Drop sequence initiating!" Frank hastily calibrated the drop pod to the last known location of team nine.
A titanium grating latches the the drop pod shut, and the hatch seals in the rescue team with a distinctive hiss of pressurization. The reactor spools to life...
"Received, surface nine. Control out." Frank clacked his fingernails against the desk, surveying the half-dozen screens before him displaying a myriad of information, from the team's dive depth to their vital signs, and everything in-between.
His prosthetic eyes glazed over the monitors, then...
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Hey, so, while I really like that you're running with the DRG thing, I'm gonna have to be bad-cop for a second.
Your guy can't be an alcoholic for two reasons:
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Yes, life expectancy has been increased significantly. The wealthy are frequently living to their 110s with modern medicine.
Again, because spares are constantly being updated with new information, they cannot reverse aging - at least not without it effectively being a new person. Sure, they...
That's really good, given lore I was going to provide about Everwork. I guess I can do it now.
Because spares are based off of constantly updated genetic information, if you, say, get a disease or something of the sort, that will then be perpetually built into your spares until cured. So it's...