ATTN NIVEK: Your Services Are Required.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It has occurred to me that the vast load of stress I am under is making it more difficult to interact with those around me.  I have averaged an hour and a half of sleep per night over the last 6 days, and I am not at peak performance.  I sometimes see things that aren't there, and don't always acknowledge things that are.  My  driving, expecially in the morning, has become erratic and what some might even call "reckless".  With that in mind, I need a nurse...And not just any nurse.

But let's just get straight to the nut-cutting, shall we?  You will be paid in cigarettes and booze, as befits your own Holy Status™.  You will wear those knee-high stomping boots.  You will practice lines like "Get out of the Reverend's way, or Nursey will cut you"...With a smile on your face.  We are, after all, professionals.

It will be your responsibility to make sure I take all my pills in something resembling the right order, scream at people on the phone for me, and stomp the living bejesus out of the sinners.  Lastly, you will keep the unwanted perverts away from my table at the Meatrack.

This is a win-win situation.  You get to thump people, AND you get that horrible Absinthe shit you keep pouring down your throat.  I get a little peace and quiet, and a friendly smack upside the head to remind me when it's time to take my anti-rage medication.  Topping it all off, you can sleep like a baby at night, knowing that you are helping me spread The Truth throughout a city that needs it badly.

You in?  Of course you are.  This is a new decade, and you don't want to miss a thing, do you?

[.]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

[Richter]

I recomend, from my experiences preaching and repeling the heathen, sharp knives, stout sticks, maglites with more than three batteries, and a caustic wit.

and gloves.

Can't let some of the fuckers bleed on you.  Not after where you'll be putting them.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I recomend, from my experiences preaching and repeling the heathen, sharp knives, stout sticks, maglites with more than three batteries, and a caustic wit.

and gloves.

Can't let some of the fuckers bleed on you.  Not after where you'll be putting them.

I thought of that, so I had my ass lined with Kynar.  Even their huge fucking ear rings are no longer intimidating.

[Jenne]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

I hope you intend to write all the adventures down and share it with the class...

[.]

I recomend, from my experiences preaching and repeling the heathen, sharp knives, stout sticks, maglites with more than three batteries, and a caustic wit.

and gloves.

Can't let some of the fuckers bleed on you.  Not after where you'll be putting them.

I thought about gloves. Don't need to get their filth on my hands. The dirty people of this city need a STRONG dose of Truth.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

I hope you intend to write all the adventures down and share it with the class...

Oh, yes.  I'm thinking either MSY, or a new series.

[.]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

Another good target is those damned TCC folk. Bastards are trying to make Christianity fun. Who the hell makes Christianity fun?!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I recomend, from my experiences preaching and repeling the heathen, sharp knives, stout sticks, maglites with more than three batteries, and a caustic wit.

and gloves.

Can't let some of the fuckers bleed on you.  Not after where you'll be putting them.

I thought about gloves. Don't need to get their filth on my hands. The dirty people of this city need a STRONG dose of Truth.

I also considered that, but it occurs to me that my own hideous and shameful parasites will deal with any pathogens that come my way.  My spirochetes are a jealous infection, and will brook no interlopers.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

Another good target is those damned TCC folk. Bastards are trying to make Christianity fun. Who the hell makes Christianity fun?!

Have you SEEN that guy in action?  That's not "fun", that's a fucking pep rally.  It's a 40-something guy who thinks he's "hip".  I mean, "The Cool Church"?  The fuck? 

We should attend.

[.]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

Another good target is those damned TCC folk. Bastards are trying to make Christianity fun. Who the hell makes Christianity fun?!

Have you SEEN that guy in action?  That's not "fun", that's a fucking pep rally.  It's a 40-something guy who thinks he's "hip".  I mean, "The Cool Church"?  The fuck? 

We should attend.

Walk in there in our "normal attire". Meaning you wear that duster and I'll wear what I usually do.

NiveK
Has a TCC at the end of the street 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

Another good target is those damned TCC folk. Bastards are trying to make Christianity fun. Who the hell makes Christianity fun?!

Have you SEEN that guy in action?  That's not "fun", that's a fucking pep rally.  It's a 40-something guy who thinks he's "hip".  I mean, "The Cool Church"?  The fuck? 

We should attend.

Walk in there in our "normal attire". Meaning you wear that duster and I'll wear what I usually do.

NiveK
Has a TCC at the end of the street 

No shit? 

WHY HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD ME OF THIS?

I believe I shall wear a tie.  

[.]

Of course my services are needed. This city is nothing but jibbering homeless and bitch-psuedo-goths in girl pants.
Let me polish my stomping boots and we'll spread Truth like a plague.

NiveK

is looking forward to stomping the shit outta people who hinder this process.

Oh, yes.  This town is indeed a festering cesspit of failure, with hardly a redeeming vice to its name.  It is high time we cleansed the temple.  I have many ideas of where to start, but these would best be discussed over a cup of Death Coffee™ at your place.  I shall look into picking up an expresso machine after work.

I have taken tomorrow off, so we can swill caffiene until our eyes bug out of our heads, like at the end of Total Recall, and we shall make our plans.  Nobody is safe, Nivek, even - especially - people we know.  After all, good works start at home.  Reid Park will be a wasteland of blood and synthetic fur, too, now that I think of it, and those fucking Pagans down at TEP need a little saving.

Mork is welcome to come along, though he's entirely too reasonable for this sort of thing.  Kaz will accompany us, if for nothing else than a spare weapons-cleaning rod.  (And tell him to get off his ass with the Internet Radio Destruction Device.)

Okay for now,
Commander Ringmeat.

Another good target is those damned TCC folk. Bastards are trying to make Christianity fun. Who the hell makes Christianity fun?!

Have you SEEN that guy in action?  That's not "fun", that's a fucking pep rally.  It's a 40-something guy who thinks he's "hip".  I mean, "The Cool Church"?  The fuck? 

We should attend.

Walk in there in our "normal attire". Meaning you wear that duster and I'll wear what I usually do.

NiveK
Has a TCC at the end of the street 

No shit? 

WHY HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD ME OF THIS?

I believe I shall wear a tie.  

I went there in my early teen years, being a stupid and naive piece of llama spit I tried to fit in. I try to block it out like a festering pustule that even morphine can't put aside.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Also, love the sig.  That's your original Nivek drawing, right?