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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bad_English" data-source="post: 1523575" data-attributes="member: 11955">Although no help, I second the request.Please this is a valid point, that I am ashamed I did not even consider, it would give alot of the flavor back to the rules. Sanity and flaws? Hmmmm interesting, like H. Bogart in the private eye/investigator "Flim Noir" movies; edgy with a past and a little on the crazy side.Scene:1941 A dark alleyway somewhere in LA. The camera pans down from a veiw of the rooftops and cloudy, moon lit night sky. Dropping to come to eye level of a shadowed doorway with two figures talking quietly yet with emotion."Sure thing doll. I can see telling the coppers this now." Taking a long drag from his cigarette, the slightly built man slides his shaking hands into his pants pockets, trying to hide his fear. Trying to peer into the other eyes, the man looked from under his hat to the trembling slim woman standing before him. Letting out the smoke in a long exhale, he began to speak in a slightly sarcastic tone."Look sargent. We were just driving along, it is a nice enough night, with five extra cans filled with gas and enough guns, to kill Hitler and all his cronies. When we stopped off at the friendly Hollywood, Church of the Starry Wisdom, you know... to see whats what. When we get in a gun battle with a bunch crazies tryin to destroy the world. We had to blow up the car to stop the 'Crawling Chaos' from eating our souls and now we decide to turn ourselves in, reeking of gasoline and peices of that damned thing hangin off us!"His voice rose to a growl at the end and the woman covered her mouth with her hands as she sobbed and wailed into her hands, hands that are clamped tighly over her mouth. Trying to hold back the screams of terror, her streaming eyes squeezed tightly shut against the images seared into her head, once again brought back by his harsh biting words. The man a pained look flashing over his face angered at himself and his own weakness and guilt at his bitter words. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly slaps her face. Hard."Pull yourself together doll." His stern face softening as a pained expression comes and goes from his face. Taking the shaking woman, who mutters apologies into his suit shoulder, and pulling her closer into, his arms slowly. "There. There.  Doll, hows about you and me heading back to the office and getting cleaned up? I got a bottle in the desk that will erase tonight from you and clean tarnished silver to boot. What do you say kid? Is it a deal?"As she pulls her face from his shoulder and looks into his eyes, the moon slips out from a cloud and bathes the alley in soft moonlight. In a soft trembling voice she says."Sure Sam. Whatever you say.""That's my girl."</blockquote>

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