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Hey you.

Take a rag or handkerchief.

Soak that bitch in chloroform.

Put it over your mouth and inhale heavily until shit goes black.

Insomnia is cured.

I see.

I may have a solution but it might be too effective.


Go watch one of my old promo videos, like from the 8 cycle of Alchemy and Anarchy.

A small aluminiuum dinghy bobs up and down in perpetual motion, the silence only interupted by the lapping of the swell against the side of the boat. The cool water slpashing on the toes of the boat's occupant is not enough to rouse him from his dozing state, in fact it is a refreshing break from the warmth of the sun as it blazes overhead in a picture perfect blue sky.

Without warning the fishing rod, perched strategically between the edge of the boat and the man's leg, begins to quiver. Abel Steele open's one eye from beneath his crusty old fishing hat to watch as the end of his rod takes several small hits. With all the time in the world he slowly sits up and reaches towards the fishing rod. As the hits become more and more regular Steele's hand get closer and closer to the rod until eventually his hand is hovering only a couple of inches away when without notice the rod goes still.

Damn nippers eating the bait straight off my hook again.

Abel's hand quickly moves away from the rod and lifts up his his esky lid. Four magnificent pink snapper sitting on ice inside stant testament to the already succesful day's fishing but Abel is not interested in them right now. He reaches down into the ice and drags out a couple beers from the bottom.

Where the bloody hell else would you wanna be, but right here?

Here cob, get another beer in ya.

Abel's companion tosses aside an empty stubby and grasps the offered beveridge in a display of more energy than Abel has een from him the entire day on the boat.

"Why don't we go home Abel? There's nothing left to achieve here, we've already reached our bag limit and the fish stopped biting hours ago!"

It was true enough, but Abel sent a steely glare at his companion for the day. It had seemed a great idea last night when he invited this bloke along for a day's fishing, but then most things seem like a great idea at closing time.

It's not about the number of fish you catch mate... it's about the chase, the thrill of finally landing a big one after so long.

And besides we can't let the fish dictate to us. We go home because we decide it's time to go home.

"Whatever. It doesn't really matter as long as the beer is still cold, am I right"

Abel turned away and studied the pristine water surrounding him as his mind wander to places far, far away.

Bloddy oath mate.... bloody oath....

I need someone to take my spot in the War Games at Catalyst. Preferrably someone from Corruption or a returning veteran lurking in the shadows. Shoot me a PM if you're interested.