<Chrysalid^Revenge> I had something like that happen to me
once.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> And vengeance is a plate best served cold.
* Sectoid^Authopsy sits down for storytime
<Chrysalid^Revenge> I saw some asshole stealing my pack of
cigarettes from my table while I was getting another beer.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> But of course, as I confronted him, he
denied it flatly, and all the sudden four of his mates were
getting ready for a fight and shit.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> So I decided to back down, and rather get
one over him later.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> Of course, living in an army camp has it's
advantages, such as easy access to ammo.
<Sectoid^Authopsy> o_0
<Chrysalid^Revenge> So I took two Winner Tip cartridges, a
little bit of tobacco, and quite a generous amount of
gunpowder from a blank I 'obtained', topping it off with
tobacco to get a proper look.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> Next weekend, I leave my pack containing
two cigs rather indiscreetly at my table when I see this
assholes is at the pub, and go to pick up another beer.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> When I come back, the pack has vanished.
So I get hold of one of the bouncers, telling him that I saw
someone carrying "what looked like fireworks around".
<Chrysalid^Revenge> Ten seconds later, there's some nasty
fizzing, a lot of smoke and a huge fucking flame coming from
one of the corner tables, and seconds later, the same thing
happens in the hand of one of the guys sitting there.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> And at this point, it has to be mentioned
that watching two bouncers pull a screaming guy with no
eyebrows left, and a nasty burn up half his face out of a pub,
'accidentally' drop him down the stairs, and finally call the
cops on him, does lead to a certain smugness.
<Chrysalid^Revenge> The morale is, don't you ever fucking
touch my cigarettes. I can probably spare you one if you ask,
but fucking ask first, okay?!
