The Reaper's Scythe

Remember how last post I mentioned I was practically on Vegas' doorstep? Well in THIS post I'll explain what happened here in Nevada. Basically, I was only barely saved by my incredible luck, because, get this, I just so happened to get the town I reside in COMPLETELY SLAUGHTERED. My luck, which frankly I think might be sentient, DRAINED THE LUCK FROM THE ENTIRE TOWN AND PROCEEDED TO USE THEM AS SACRIFICIAL LAMBS TO LET ME ESCAPE.

So when a group of Showgirls and THE WHEEL ITSELF showed up to do me in? They didn't find much beyond a bunch of scared and confused townsfolk. Of course, they decided the best way to find me was to cut a bloody swathe through the town until they just so happened to murder the right person. Of course, due to the horrifically drained luck of the townsfolk, they died in just about the goriest, nastiest means possible. At least half of them got chained to The Wheel, and frankly that's even WORSE than dying.

Really, I'm horribly horribly depressed. Because I singlehandedly lead to the demise and/or enslavement of a few hundered people. God, I need to go lie down for a moment and try not to cry my eyes out. Seeya later, fellow runners.