MasterPerryMartin

“And that’s how I ended up with this group of fffffffucking idiots,” the small creature grumbled through a haze of scotch and haze. Traveller huffed in annoyance as he continued the little conversation. Not just one Inkling, it turned out. They’d let three in. THREE. They all had the shock devices but, still. This one was pretty pale, all considered. Pale skin, pale tentacles with a red tint, as well as a worn leather jacket over a red t-shirt and jeans over red leather boots. And a pair of goggles atop her head. Hmm. Yep, still the same old Inkling creature he found in that alley. What was her name? Maria? No, that was someone else...ah, Marie! Yes. He flicked a pig in blanket into his mouth and spoke himself, “Fascinating. You seemed to be in a pretty bad state when I found you. Well, passed out in the street in the middle of the pouring rain and all.” “Yeah...” War Marie grumbled, “I suppose I should thank you for saving me from expiring out there. As much as I probably would’ve

Watery splashes trailed behind the woman as she ran through the soaked streets, rifle in hand and a look of panic in her eyes. Who she was, how she'd turned, didn't matter. She was a Warmonger, one who had just laid waste to a church and now had THEM on her tail. Those guys in the blue suits and laser rifles were after her now. And leading the pack, sprinting towards her at full speed, was the man in the red scarf and blue jacket. The Traveller, and his lovely assistant Ells, were hot on her tail. And gaining. Traveller tumbled head over heels in his attempt to keep up with the warmonger, splashing through the puddles with even more intensity. Ells was hopping through the slop just as quickly, though not without the grumbling of her clothes being ruined. Even the FLINTLOCK Soldiers were struggling in the deep muck and rain they were having to wade through to try and catch this one. Alive, as ever. As much as Traveller wanted to put two bullets in their head and be done with it, Tallow