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WHO: The Brucolac, POSSIBLY GODZILLA, anyone at the Scrapyards
WHERE: The Scrapyards
WHEN: January 10th
SUMMARY: Following
WARNINGS: None
FORMAT: Paragraph
The old man had been like many of his ilk - bragging in bars about events that others had done and sights that others had seen, but the Brucolac had a lot of experience in cutting through the bullshit. Especially one-on-one in an alley. The man walked away shaken but whole, his pocket a little heavier for his trouble, and carrying a new story that he would soon spread: there was a man in the shadows who was willing to pay for stories of Heroes.
After that, the Brucolac moved quickly. The darkness of the night was no obstacle to him in finding the scrapyard, but the streets were still strange, and it took him out of his way to locate the scene where, the old man had sworn and his tears had tasted of truth, a monstrous giant had picked up the metal carriages and cars and wrecked them with his own hands. That was certainly worth a look.
WHERE: The Scrapyards
WHEN: January 10th
SUMMARY: Following
WARNINGS: None
FORMAT: Paragraph
The old man had been like many of his ilk - bragging in bars about events that others had done and sights that others had seen, but the Brucolac had a lot of experience in cutting through the bullshit. Especially one-on-one in an alley. The man walked away shaken but whole, his pocket a little heavier for his trouble, and carrying a new story that he would soon spread: there was a man in the shadows who was willing to pay for stories of Heroes.
After that, the Brucolac moved quickly. The darkness of the night was no obstacle to him in finding the scrapyard, but the streets were still strange, and it took him out of his way to locate the scene where, the old man had sworn and his tears had tasted of truth, a monstrous giant had picked up the metal carriages and cars and wrecked them with his own hands. That was certainly worth a look.