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6/15/2025, 9:28:41 PM
Well, after a few amendments, of course. What kind of a quest protagonist would you be if you didn’t know how to negotiate a contract?
“Well shoot,” RED guffaws as you relay your terms, “Reckon you’re leaving me at a disadvantage with those ‘memory installments’, kid…” The contract floating at your side bursts into flames… and emerges unscathed and amended! “But I know a good investment when I see one. Done deal, Anton.”
Another burst of hellfire heralds the appearance of RED’s signed at the bottom of the contract… his penmanship remarkably tidy for such a rough-and-tumble-sounding archfiend! Wetting the tip of your pen on your tongue, you move to sign your own John Hancock as well…
…
…
Damn it…
“Need something to write on?”
No, you groan, it’s just hard to… there we go!
The minute you put the finishing touches on your name, a rush of energy courses through the pen and into your veins like white-hot steel!
“Finally!” Roars RED as the contract disappears in a plume of flames, “We’re… we’re finally… communicating…”
… is he crying?
“I’m… I’m just… so glad!” Sputters the devil as a steaming tear twice your size splashes onto his palm! “You and me, Anton… we’re going to rock this world!”
Adjusting your new and VERY cool DEMONIC COWBOY HAT, you feel reality begin to slip from beneath your feet…
You’re waking up…
”Oh, one more thing:” Adds the devil, his voice becoming more distant by the second, “Don’t dilly-dally, y’hear?”
You open your mouth to answer and get a throatful of fuzz instead! The brisk morning breeze on your back tells you you’re awake… and the frantic bites and angry flailing beneath you informs you you’re currently crushing your favorite furball!
S-sorry, TT!
Rolling onto a section of the ground NOT currently occupied by the diminutive Durher, you cough up a few hairballs as she gasps for breath!
“That’s…” She wheezes, panting on the ground like a dog in the Summer, “That’s…. Alright, Ant…”
Peeling herself off of the ground like a fuzzy flapjack, Tzah-Tzie wipes the sleep from her eyes and gives you a weary grin!
“Sleep better last night?”
As you prepare to respond, the wind jostles something resting on your head! A brief inspection confirms what you already knew:
It’s a cowboy hat.
And a damned fine one.
You’ll uh… you’ll tell her on the road…
>CONTD.
“Well shoot,” RED guffaws as you relay your terms, “Reckon you’re leaving me at a disadvantage with those ‘memory installments’, kid…” The contract floating at your side bursts into flames… and emerges unscathed and amended! “But I know a good investment when I see one. Done deal, Anton.”
Another burst of hellfire heralds the appearance of RED’s signed at the bottom of the contract… his penmanship remarkably tidy for such a rough-and-tumble-sounding archfiend! Wetting the tip of your pen on your tongue, you move to sign your own John Hancock as well…
…
…
Damn it…
“Need something to write on?”
No, you groan, it’s just hard to… there we go!
The minute you put the finishing touches on your name, a rush of energy courses through the pen and into your veins like white-hot steel!
“Finally!” Roars RED as the contract disappears in a plume of flames, “We’re… we’re finally… communicating…”
… is he crying?
“I’m… I’m just… so glad!” Sputters the devil as a steaming tear twice your size splashes onto his palm! “You and me, Anton… we’re going to rock this world!”
Adjusting your new and VERY cool DEMONIC COWBOY HAT, you feel reality begin to slip from beneath your feet…
You’re waking up…
”Oh, one more thing:” Adds the devil, his voice becoming more distant by the second, “Don’t dilly-dally, y’hear?”
You open your mouth to answer and get a throatful of fuzz instead! The brisk morning breeze on your back tells you you’re awake… and the frantic bites and angry flailing beneath you informs you you’re currently crushing your favorite furball!
S-sorry, TT!
Rolling onto a section of the ground NOT currently occupied by the diminutive Durher, you cough up a few hairballs as she gasps for breath!
“That’s…” She wheezes, panting on the ground like a dog in the Summer, “That’s…. Alright, Ant…”
Peeling herself off of the ground like a fuzzy flapjack, Tzah-Tzie wipes the sleep from her eyes and gives you a weary grin!
“Sleep better last night?”
As you prepare to respond, the wind jostles something resting on your head! A brief inspection confirms what you already knew:
It’s a cowboy hat.
And a damned fine one.
You’ll uh… you’ll tell her on the road…
>CONTD.
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