As she waits for her husband Don to return home from work, she opens a can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce, she notices a small note in the bottom of the can. On it is a phone number.
Curious, she dials, and is told "Don't move lady; we'll be right over." A deep, raspy maie voice over a fuzzy connection.
Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen. One carries a sturdy leather satchel...
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PM if interested. This intro is almost entirely lifted from an audiodrama recorded by The J Geils Band, as a departure point only. What ensues will bear nearly no similarity to their plot. Your ideas for your character, background, and where you'd like to see this go are entirely your prerogative.
No anchovies will be harmed or consumed in the production of this thread.
Curious, she dials, and is told "Don't move lady; we'll be right over." A deep, raspy maie voice over a fuzzy connection.
Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen. One carries a sturdy leather satchel...
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PM if interested. This intro is almost entirely lifted from an audiodrama recorded by The J Geils Band, as a departure point only. What ensues will bear nearly no similarity to their plot. Your ideas for your character, background, and where you'd like to see this go are entirely your prerogative.
No anchovies will be harmed or consumed in the production of this thread.
