Water wrapped in a green-skinned death-suit missed its target by one step. Whether the intended victim was too fast or too slow was hard to say; it was all over in a splash. The death mark left in the wake of the water told of the assailant's position. Back and to the left. If it happens again it wouldn't be totally out of the question to scale the balconies and deliver the rebuttal with an almighty force. That's the fun in hitting someone you don't know, the anonymity of it all.
Tuesday, 18 June 2002 - 05:08
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