Robert Kroese

He had intended his address to be somewhat more comprehensive than this but was forced to cut it short, having been stabbed between the ribs with a broadsword.

Boric, feeling dizzy and light-headed, shambled toward Randor__ corpse, which was still making an impressive effort to pump blood to Randor__ head. His head unfortunately lay some three feet away _ an insurmountable distance for even the most robust circulatory system.

The crowd was getting hysterical, so I reached into my back pocket and flippe open my wallet to reveal my badge. "Official business," I announced. "Please leave the area." This had the desired effect; it deescalated the mood and prompted most of the crowd to disperse. It's funny what a plastic badge and a meaningless phrase can do. The authority of the police is anothe mass delusion that can be useful at times. I hadn't even needed to claim I was a cop; all it took was a couple of simple cues to invoke the delusion.

What is that thing? It looks like a model of the human digestive tract made from broken beer bottles and sadness.

...but there's always he'll want to torture your boss anyway. Just recreationally, I mean.""Wow that would be terrific," I said