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Holed up on the edge of town, mattress on the floor. Octavious knew his time on these shores was coming sooner rather than later. The bottle of whiskey he had brought with him to silence his mind was now but a mere drop in a giant glass bottle.
He pulled his pocketbook from his coat and licked the tip of his pen before writing down his thoughts via candlelight.
Maybe someone, someday, would find what he had left on the paper. There was some solace in knowing that words have a greater lifespan than most people in this thing of ours...
He spoke out loud as he wrote his words..
After spending all of this time fostering connections in this thing of ours, the ides of March have finally come for me. I still remember fondly of the kind words of Cherokee after I appointed Don Odin to his office.
"You will always have a friend in the West."
Now, waiting for the end, and knowing that Odin turned on his city in a power grab... I wish I would of bought a bigger boat instead of bolstering the protective detail of him and CharlesVane
The memories from the "Land of Organized Crimes" will be something I cherish until my unfortunate end.
I take the names below with me to what will most likely be my grave. If that shall be the case, I hope we all can meet up on the other side for one last party.
Yankee
Richard-Harrow
Norella
Atropos
Bjorn
Minaxi
JohnDutton
Matty
BigHurt
Michael
TheDonBot
Zda3Baby
Apophis
Remus
Ruby26
Syndey
His pen started to run dry...
Well... so many more names but I guess that will do for now.
He reached for his gun, made sure it was loaded and went back to lying in wait.
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