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For charloft Sins and Virtues.

Of these sins and virtues, which three are most evident in your character?

Hell! What kind of question is this? Damn you people. Alright. We'll do this. Sins, that's easy. Wrath is probably the worst. Sure. I got a temper. I hate people. Wrath's my best friend most days. Only thing kicks the wrath out Lust. I'd rather be at home with my wives than fighting. Otherwise, guess some people would say Pride is bad. Maybe it is. I wouldn't call pride in ability and accomplishments a sin. If I had to go with another I'd have to say gluttony. I love food. I'm a junkie for drugs and candy. I like to drink. Can't see any of the others even applying.

How the hell are virtues deadly? Who the fuck came up with that bullshit? Chastity? Don't make me laugh. We'll forget about that one. Which ones fit? Patience probably the one I got the most. I focus on something and I can wait for ever to get it done little piece at a time. Got patience with my kids. Patience when it comes to getting even. I got all the patience in the world. Going right along with that is diligence. I keep going. Put my mind to it and I keep going until it's done. One of the things keep me alive and going. The third I've got no idea. Temperance isn't it. I don't guard my actions and I sure the fuck don't stay away from alcohol. Wouldn't say charity either. I don't just go around giving shit out for free. I don't go easy when judging people. Kindness don't really fit either. Only a select few that get treated well. As fucked as this might sound I'm going to say humility. I don't exaggerate my importance. I don't throw rank around or any of that shit. I don't think I'm invincible. So, humility's going to be it.



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Snake had enough of stupid bastards. Natalia just gave him an excuse to burn off the fury he'd been feeling lately. He was at club he knew was a place that a lot of the college girls hung out at. The rather cute and overly flirtatious bartender pointed out the man he was looking for. She also gave him a free drink which he thought made the visit all the better. Gerard roll through the crowd from girl to girl. Suddenly he couldn't take it any longer. Plissken finished his drink and left a hundred dollar tip for the trouble he was about to cause. Snake slid off the stool and moved unhindered through the crowd. No one dared inhibit his movement. He worked around the edge and came up behind him.

"Gerard?" Snake's voice cut through the music and the man turned.

"Who do.."

Snake didn't let the sentence finish. His fist cocked back and he smashed the bastard in the face. His friends seemed shocked as Gerard started stumbling back into them. Snake kicked out into his knee with the spikes that laced the toes of his boot. That took him to the dance floor. People were starting to scatter. Snake didn't stop. He buried his foot into Gerard's stomach. His friends made a move and Plissken stared them down, shifting so they could see the colored lights flash off all the brushed steel and nickel that rested at his hips. Two ran. Plissken was back on the bastard trying to stand. Plissken hit his knee hard into the man's cheek. The crowd was screaming. Snake ignored them and knelt down ignoring the blood.

"Like to beat women?" Plissken grabbed his collar. "Feels good?"

Snake laughed and took hold of his ankle after letting go of his shirt. "Feels damned good to me."

Plissken still had his leg which Gerard was trying to pull free from his grasp. Snake held tight and stood full. Bringing his foot up high he smashed the boot into the side of the knee. It crack loudly and sprayed blood out the far side. The bastard screamed as Plissken dropped Gerard's leg. Blood splattered. "Better remember next time you think about it."

Snake brought his toe up and raked the spikes down his face. It left four claw mark like slices from eye to jaw angle. It would mark him forever. In this town and many others criminals knew that mark. It was Snake's mark and it meant they'd turn on him, some would attack him. It would make his life hell especially in this city with all the gangs. Plissken casually stepped over him and headed for the back door. He saw the huge red letters saying fire. He didn't care. Snake shoved the door open and headed down the street in the opposite direction. He wanted a drink but on the other side of town.

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splattered with blood. Teach the bastard.

5000 Questions Part XII

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