The Crafty Crowbar

((Basically a home depot combined with a pest control service, we also sell fish. Though I wouldn't advise eating it. Will probably edit this later to clean it up somewhat.))
7o welcome to my 7tore The Crafty Crowbar
Rule7
1. Leave all conflict7 out7ide the enterance.
2. I advi7e not eating the fi7h 7old here.
3. If we don't have it, we will order it.
4. Felt get a 50% di7count

Death walks into the store, asking to buy some fish for a new version of the old classic game "Go-Fish"

*checks stock*


How many fi7h do you need?

Death states he will need at least 52, with four fish of every type. How many species do you have?

*pulls out a calculator*


I have about 4 type7 not counting the genetic abomination7.

Death thinks about it for a moment. How many genetic abominations does he have? And how many repeats of those abominations are there?

I have about 20 kind7 of abomination7 and around 50 of each, 4 type7 are carnivore7.

Death claps happily. He asks for four of each abomination.

Let7 7ee, 80 fi7h, your total will be 150 boondollar7, id advi7e not allowing a hou7ehold pet or 7mall child to play around the tank, the carnivorou7 fi7h love meat and will try to eat it whenever they can.


((Half of the fish are radioactive if you choose to notice, otherwise ignore))

(( I have a feeling Death wont notice. But those playing might.))
Death pulls out the needed cash and places it on the counter, walking out holding a ton of fish bags.

*writes down a note to avoid death's next game night*

*zap*
Crowbar--wait, you're asleep. Hm.
*fails to wake Crowbar due to being too naturally discreet*
*grabs nearby pen and paper and writes a note as follows: *
_______________________________________
Crowbar, the time is 8:25. Boss and SS are
fighting back at the bar. If you wake up soon,
get there immediately, but be discreet (she asked me
to leave earlier).
-DS
PS: Do you happen to carry white-colored pens?
_______________________________________

*hit by a stray shot, and explodes*

*A shockwave from a nearby explosion passes through, the dust cloud filled with 2's and card suits. After this it begins to rain 2's and card suits, which glitch through any solid object and continue falling.*

*suddenly a radio, that was not there before,is not plugged in, and can not be turned off*

*it lets out a burst of static before it settles onto a certain radio station*

*a calm voice rolls out across the room saying A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.


Hello listeners. *

((Also has not been repaired yet))

((so? the radio is still there))

*Crowbar arrives*

*He kicks over an old radio that is standing around and sighs*

*He walks to where he suspects his spare gun to be and beginns to dig*

*Snowman appears behind Crowbar*

Would now be alright?

*Crowbar flinches a little*

*He'll probably never get used to that*

*Stupid, sneaky Snowman*

Sure, I'm jus7 digging around for my spare gun. Mind if I keep looking while we 7alk?

*Snowman smirks and takes a puff of her smoke*

You may have noticed I was gone for quite a while. Many things happened that needed to be seen to.

*Blows a smoke ring*

You do a good job keeping after the others Crowbar. I respect that.

*Crowbar stops for a moment and smiles slightly*

7hank you, Snowman, I'm 7rying my bes7.

*He digs around some more and pulls a gun from the rubble*

Do you know wha7 was going on? I sadly missed i7, i7 seems, since I was in 7he mansion when i7 came down and i7 7ook me qui7e a while 7o dig myself ou7 of 7he rubble.

*While saying this, he looks the gun over and, once convinced it still works, brushes of some of the dust off of it*

*She takes another puff*

No, I was... away. The mansion was a disappointment to be sure. We have work to do, as I am sure you knoow.

*She blows a somewhat larger smoke ring*

Well, 7he Mansion is being worked on, I'm 7rying my bes7 7o find 7he o7hers and once we've assembled as many of us as possible in 7he 7emporary hideou7, we'll plan wha7 7o do abou7 our unconcious Lady and 7he bi7ch who a77acked her.

*He pauses for a moment and looks at Snowman*

Did I forge7 any7hing?

*She takes another puff, then extinguishes her cigarette, now spent, under her foot*

That sounds to me like a plan. I shall be along to the hideout shortly, I have some things to take care of first, hopefully in a timely manner.

*She ponders their location briefly*

Any other secrets buried out here in this farce of a business?