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[There is a one-eyed man wandering around Mayfield, looking a little strange while doing so. He's dressed like some kind of old-fashioned mobster, and more than once is stumbling over his own feet, as though he's not used to his own height. His left eye appears to be entirely gone, and in its place is what appears to be a bloody wad of ( Read more... ) -
viii.
[Someday, perhaps, Spades Slick might learn that attacking an omnipotent teleporting demi-god is not the wisest course of action.
Today is not that day.Following his confrontation with Scratch, Slick can be found in the park, his coat still caught on the tree branch holding him up. His arms and legs flail furiously as he attempts in vain to reach ( Read more... ) -
vii.
[Just in case you needed any further proof that the shadowy forces running Mayfield are, in fact, completely out of their minds, this just happened. After putting it off as long as he could before deciding playing along was a damn sight better than being droned, Spades Slick finally trudges over to the station to pick up the uniform for his new ( Read more... ) -
vi.
[Guess who's back from being droned, Mayfield? It may never be said that Spades Slick is a man to feel remorse over murder. This does not mean that he is okay with being psychodroned, of course; Slick takes pride in his murders, and being made to kill by someone else leaves a dirty taste in his mouth. Then again, it's not like he tried to kill ( Read more... ) -
v.
[Spades, as he did every morning, opened the front door to pick up his morning paper. He didn't actually give two shits about what the newspaper had to say, and more often than not ended up just setting the thing on fire when he was done with it, but every gangster worth his salt at least pretended to care about reading the paper. He had an image ( Read more... ) -
iv.
My name is Spades Slick, and I am secretly a pretty ballerina who loves puppies and kittens. I sew daisies on to pillow covers and love to play games for girls! I don't know why I'm telling you all this, I just decided to shout all my stupid fucking secrets into the phone for no reason. Also I'm a communist, even though I don't know what that is, ( Read more... ) -
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[Hey there, Mayfield! If you happen to see Slick in his house or out on the street, you may have noticed that the scowling, vaguely psychopathic human male that used to hang around these parts has been replaced by a scowling, vaguely psychopathic alien of some kind. His handsome shadowy carapace has been restored, and Slick now resembles his icon ( Read more... ) -
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[public]Lotta talk going around about these letters. Figured I'd throw my own two cents in. Don't want to hear it, turn off the phone ( Read more... )
