Buffistas

I hate to break it to you, oh impotent one, but you're not the big bad anymore, you're not even the kind of naughty.

Xander ,'Showtime'

Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

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Gudanov - Dec 22, 2005 5:30:51 am PST #927 of 1100

Coding and Sleeping

I grabbed a stool and slid it next to Eddie like a wolf dragging its kill back to its den. Eddie took a sideway glace at me and grunted like a monkey, nah more like a warthog. He knew what I wanted.

I noticed that Eddie was nursing a wine cooler instead of his usual Fosters, empty bottles surrounded him like shards of glass around a broken mirror.

"What's with the cooler Eddie? I expected to find you trying to wash away the shattered debris of your life under a tsunami of Fosters(tm)." I asked.

Eddie didn't bother to look up. "Beer's illegal now id'nit mate?"

It was news to me, but I knew better than to act surprised. In my line of work acting surprised is like showing your hand at a poker game playing for kittens. I decided to get right to the point. "I need information."

Eddie took a long swig of his cooler and set it down hard. "Big surprise"

"It's about the weather." I said, getting right to point again.

Eddie looked at me for a minute, then turned back to his cooler. "You don't want to get into that."

"Yeah, and I didn't want to be a private eye working out of a shithole office where I drink two dollar tequila, but I got a job to do."

Eddie stared at the bar in front of him for a minute, then he shook his head before speaking. "Your skin mate. Mayor's the one behind it and he's got the police in his pocket."

DXMachina - Jul 03, 2006 3:55:25 am PDT #928 of 1100

You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

I look over at Phred, who's wiping out beer mugs behind the bar, and say "Ya know, it's been pretty boring round these parts lately."

"Yep."

"Not that that's a bad thing."

"Yep."

Liese S. - Jul 03, 2006 6:25:26 pm PDT #929 of 1100

"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Motes of dust filter through the air. The sun shines.

Beverly - Jul 04, 2006 9:45:26 am PDT #930 of 1100

Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

An unearthly howl is heard in the distance. ~~Upstairs the maid screams. A door slams.~~

DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 10:18:12 am PDT #931 of 1100

You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Suddenly a shot rings out!

(This twist in the plot will baffle the readers...)

Beverly - Jul 04, 2006 11:48:48 am PDT #932 of 1100

Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Meanwhile, on a ranch in Montana, a boy was growing up.

Strix - Jul 04, 2006 1:35:45 pm PDT #933 of 1100

A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

And somewhere on an island in the South Pacific, dark drums began to beat. . .

DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 1:39:12 pm PDT #934 of 1100

You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!

Strix - Jul 04, 2006 1:40:38 pm PDT #935 of 1100

A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Filled with scantily clad maidens, and even more scantily clad lads, accompanied by mermaids and dancing dolphins.

DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 1:43:07 pm PDT #936 of 1100

You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

While millions were starving, the king lived in luxury.

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