
Long fork
life is so hard when you love being competent and knowledgeable and helpful but you also love slacking off
*places an orange just outside a fairy ring to see what comes out* science is more of an art than a science

*the orange grows legs and skitters away*

Fascinating results *places a banana in the same spot*
*clawed hand reaches out of the ether and drags it into the ring, leaving ragged claw marks in the soil as it disappears, back into the ether from whence it came*
“let’s go to the extreme.” *places a pineapple in the same spot*
Real scientists would keep putting an orange in the same spot to make sure the results are consistent before moving on to other fruits or different spots.

We’re working up the complexity levels of fruit until we feel there is enough evidence to support the judicious placement of a volunteer twink

You sit down, we haven’t seen what’s happened to the pineapple
and @staff wanted to take this from us
Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole
Big chug rhythm, gotta be now ho!
Brown, mean and young, dumb and full of cum
What can you use a Marine for?
This is a fucking ass machine gun war
With your boots on the ground, boots on the ground
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
We trim your hedges, we fight your wars
Wait in the trenches and we’re fucked ‘til we’re sore
With boots on the ground, boots on the ground
Born shiny bullets in an army of ants
Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants
Big titties, big titties
Well we holler and we burn down cities
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
Shootin’ up the town
By stayin’ in the hole 'til Jimmy Hoffa is found
With my boots on the ground
Well, something goes tink when the cartridge is spent
Where do you think all your cartilage went?
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
Now who the hell are these federal pricks?
Hiding in the Senate like a bloated-ass tick
Air-conditioned fuckstick loafers
Sittin’ in a room full of army posters
A coal to a diamond, a vote into law
They campaign up all the blood they can draw
Mold your world, a soldier’s just clay
How much does every soldier weigh?
Cut you at the ankles and they throw that ass away
Boots on the ground
Cold and hot as Satan’s hoof
Spinning on the world, I’m hiding on a roof
I kill a brown man I never ass knew
Choked on spit and then he turned blue
He spouted black blood, he rolled Fin out
He died right there, I got the pearl from his snout
A puff of gray smoke, the tongue of a cloud
He rotted in the sand
And all that they found was his boots on the ground
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
All that they found was his boots on the ground
Boots on the ground
Blades in the Dark Random Crew Concepts
A few random, not particularly detailed thoughts for BitD Crews:
This actually fell out broadly by district, and covers most of the crew types, too. If I wanted to fully finish it out, there’d be one more each of an Assassins, Hawkers, Shadows and Smugglers crews, divided among the remaining four districts of Barrowcleft, Brightshore, Crow’s Foot and The Docks. So, you know. If anyone feels like filling in those blanks, feel free?
I do actually really want to play the Little Whispers and the Magnolias.
"Vigilante Justice" very rarely looks like "Evil CEO killed". The typical case is "Emmet Till lynched by mob and mutilated"

Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I’ve been hearin’ his name all over the land
Well, what is a vigilante man?
Tell me, what is a vigilante man?
Has he got a gun and a club in his hand?
Is that a vigilante man?
Rainy night, down in the engine house
Sleepin’ just as still as a mouse
Man come along an’ he chased us out in the rain
Was that a vigilante man?
Stormy days, we passed the time away
Sleepin’ in some good, warm place
Man come along an’ we give him a little race
Was that a vigilante man?
Preacher Casey was just a workin’ man
And he said, “Unite, all you workin’ men”
Killed him in the river some strange man
Was that a vigilante man?
Oh, why does a vigilante man
Why does a vigilante man
Carry that sawed-off shotgun in his hand?
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?
I rambled ‘round from town to town
I rambled 'round from town to town
And they herded us around like a wild herd of cattle
Was that the vigilante men?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I’ve heard his name all over the land