HarshReality
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I pulled my collar up around by face, trying to shield myself from the cold Granite City winter. It cut through my cheap trench coat like a bribe through a politician's morals. My contact was late... possibly permanently, if the wrong person realized that he poking around. Donny "Light Fingers" Hanson was supposed to be delivering the goods on local mob boss Vincent Caducei's local numbers operation. My client wanted the business busted up, but didn't want the interference traced back to him. It wasn't exactly a legitimate case, but I wasn't above busting a few heads if it would buy me a bit of coal for my ancient office stove.
Who was I? I sure wasn't The Electric Weasel, or Captain Capitalism, or one of the other underwear brigade card holders. I was just Joe Nobody. I was just a poor, square jawed, private dick, who had gone from being hard-boiled to being flash frozen. I was the owner of little more than a revolver, an empty stomach, the christian name of Joseph Tucker, and a conscience that had seen better days. If I wasn't paid soon, I would probably turn into a cheap crook myself, instead of the honorable, law abiding citizen I was.... Ya, right.
I must have stood there, letting the wind freeze my ass shut, for about an hour, before I realized that no one was coming. "Fuck!" I slammed my fist into a lamp post, almost leaving a dent. Maybe I was half dead from hunger, but my six foot three frame held a lot of raw muscle and I was pissed. I also was in possession of a hand that felt like someone had used it as an anvil. There was nothing for it. It was going to have to go freeze in my office, and hope for a case. I started across the empty street...
OCC: Open to anyone who can write fun, gritty pulp fiction, that I can read without having to spend an hour trying to figure out what you are trying to say. I am going for lurid two-fisted adventure and mystery, in the style of 1930s pulp fiction. It is set in a world of super heroes in the golden age of comics, but it is about all those non-super types, who muddle through with their fists and wits. Sure, there might be a few scenes of a bouncy, screaming nature thrown in, but after looking at both forums, I stuck it here, because it is more about four color adventure than getting my rocks off. Heck, we lowly mortals might even take down a super ourselves. Fucking supers get all the chicks...
Who was I? I sure wasn't The Electric Weasel, or Captain Capitalism, or one of the other underwear brigade card holders. I was just Joe Nobody. I was just a poor, square jawed, private dick, who had gone from being hard-boiled to being flash frozen. I was the owner of little more than a revolver, an empty stomach, the christian name of Joseph Tucker, and a conscience that had seen better days. If I wasn't paid soon, I would probably turn into a cheap crook myself, instead of the honorable, law abiding citizen I was.... Ya, right.
I must have stood there, letting the wind freeze my ass shut, for about an hour, before I realized that no one was coming. "Fuck!" I slammed my fist into a lamp post, almost leaving a dent. Maybe I was half dead from hunger, but my six foot three frame held a lot of raw muscle and I was pissed. I also was in possession of a hand that felt like someone had used it as an anvil. There was nothing for it. It was going to have to go freeze in my office, and hope for a case. I started across the empty street...
OCC: Open to anyone who can write fun, gritty pulp fiction, that I can read without having to spend an hour trying to figure out what you are trying to say. I am going for lurid two-fisted adventure and mystery, in the style of 1930s pulp fiction. It is set in a world of super heroes in the golden age of comics, but it is about all those non-super types, who muddle through with their fists and wits. Sure, there might be a few scenes of a bouncy, screaming nature thrown in, but after looking at both forums, I stuck it here, because it is more about four color adventure than getting my rocks off. Heck, we lowly mortals might even take down a super ourselves. Fucking supers get all the chicks...
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