The more random than that other thread thread

[Verdauga]

"
  He was going to be my very own Brutus. Or, at least, if he had his way. But I had informants, and he had henchmen. It took five months to go back to the first square.
We strode up to each other, eyes locked. At the director's command I gave a sharp about-face, and prayed he did the same.
"One!"
I stepped toward my family.
"Two!"
He stepped toward his friends.
"Three!"
The earth quaked beneath my boot.
"Four"
Our happy times flooded my eyes.
"Five!"
I heard him grunt behind me.
"Six!"
The thought-- I was holding him back--
"SEVEN!"
They could be better off without me.
"EIGHT!!"
What happened to Elwood flashed before my vision.
"NINE!!!"
I remembered who Eliot once was.
"TEN!!"
I spun to face Brutus. The seconds slowed to minutes. He cried. His gun fell from his hand. To give me the best ending, he turned to face me.
So that I would not kill him from the back.
"

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

*Vhizperz* Ah zink Verdauga'z ztuck in a roleplay.

[Kade Rivok]

Or... something....

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

'e may 'ave zeen taae many Zoap Operaz...(Alzough viz Zoap Operaz '1' iz taae many...)

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Fairy lights!

[Kade Rivok]

(Alzough viz Zoap Operaz '1' iz taae many...)

Verily.

[lass of something much]

*Vhizperz* Ah zink Verdauga'z ztuck in a roleplay.

Aye, for sure...

[Booklover]

'e may 'ave zeen taae many Zoap Operaz...(Alzough viz Zoap Operaz '1' iz taae many...)

The very existence of soap operas is too much.

[lass of something much]

Nooooo! @Fin! come back!

[Verdauga]

"As I raised my gun to fire.... I stopped.  Something wasn't right...."

Apparently no one liked my story.

[Booklover]

I liked it.

[lass of something much]

"As I raised my gun to fire.... I stopped.  Something wasn't right...."

Apparently no one liked my story.

I liked it until, you decided to kill people...

[Verdauga]

To be fair, it was a duel. People were going to end up dead.

[lass of something much]

still...

[Verdauga]

list.