Paintballs on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Ex-e-Cutie

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“You want to be – what?” Asked Tom.

“Executed,” replied Mandy forthrightly. The four men of Tommy’s Tornadoes paintball team looked at each other with expressions ranging from stunned bemusement to careful consideration.

“I don’t want to die, for heaven’s sakes,” the Goth girl went on. “But for reasons of my own I want to experience being executed – stood up against a wall and shot, bap-bap-bap. You guys are paintballers – you’d make a perfect firing squad.”

Human Interest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Human Interest)_

Part Five

Chapter 8: Chariots and Fire!

Ella was chatting with Master Fredricks as they stood in the serving line while Irish half talked with, half interviewed, his ponygirl wife, Windsong. A few moments later, Irish was holding Windsong in her arms as she sobbed softly. Finally, Windsong regained her composure and thanked Irish for being so understanding.

“Chicken or beef?” the chef asked Windsong, breaking her somber mood.