MSPA Fanfiction III

[Douhneill]

Hey guys. I've been browsing around the fanfic directory, reading up on a lot of the finished fics. There was one I read that I absolutely loved, but wasn't finished in thread two. I was just wondering if the other seventy or so points in Rose Lalonde's 101 Things I Will Not Do In An RPG. Again. were ever finished in this thread? Also, is there any suggested reading from thread three? I really love all you guys' stuff and wonder what gems are hidden in these eighty pages :P

There's also those crossovers with the SCP foundation (which now has its own thread!)

But really, everything here is awesome and worth taking the time to read. (except maybe my own stuff, I didn't get enough criticism to be sure on anything besides my first second fic ever).

[DJ-P0N3]

Next time you post a fanfic i'll be sure to critique it then!
Sound good to you Douhneill?

[Douhneill]

Next time you post a fanfic i'll be sure to critique it then!
Sound good to you Douhneill?

Yup!

[DJ-P0N3]

Next time you post a fanfic i'll be sure to critique it then!
Sound good to you Douhneill?

Yup!

Then i'll keep an eye open!
If I miss it, just PM me and i'll take a peak!

Everyone needs support/critique.

[Ganato]

Enjoy the Silence

I like it. Short and good. Also the irony of the title is excuisite (is that how you spell that?)

Come What May

Time for the black queen.

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Oh and thanks Graven. Now I just lost the game.

I write very slowly so it may take a while.

We shall wait with eager anticipation.

I'll try getting part 2 of My Demii2e up tomorrow.
I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

[Katrika]

Eeeeep, this is so lame, sorry.

Fate

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Time

Resigned
Rewind
Combined
New grind

Step back
Keep track
Talk smack
Attack

Defends
Transcends
Ascends
Helps friends

Rags, spade
Sharp blade
Well played
Unmade

Foretold
Consoled
Enfold
So cold

Hold Bro
Talk low
Let go
Although

You
Wanted
To
Live

[Ganato]

You don't give yourself enough credit.
You just wrote an amazing fic using only one or two words every line.
And it rhymed as well.

Amazing.

[Zerovirus]

Heehee, this is so awesome.

fixed

[Katrika]

Two syllables each line, too.

And it went, word wise...

One
One
One
Two

Two
Two
Two
One

etc.

Ah, but really, I've been writing poems forever and I really like trying to be minimalist and it's no big deal, really. I might try another one.

[Wild Bunny]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

[ceruleanTresses]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

Seconded.

[Wigmund]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

Seconded.

WOULD KINDLY FUCKING BEAT MY SKULL IN?

A TROLL CHOOSES. A HUMAN OBEYS.

[Katrika]

This one was hard to convey the proper mood. It's about why Vriska is so craaaaaaazy.

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One need
To feed
They plead
And bleed
Done deed
Recede

To tame
The blame
And shame
The game
She’ll claim
Her fame

Deceit
She’ll cheat
To beat
The meat
Mom eats
Her feat

Nightmares
She’s there
No stairs
Ensnare
Fangs tear
Beware

In thrall
Won’t stall
Or bawl
At all
She’ll maul
Guilt small

[KarneWarrior]

@Katrika: First off; OMFG that was awesome.

Second, you got the capitalization wrong for GallowS. It's a thing I started back on the bay12 forums when I ran a game called BlacK (now called GreY, or maybe DeaD...) about a renagade demon. Now I dragged it into this forum and so yeah I'm rambling.

But mostly at the fic.

[ceruleanTresses]

With the newest installment of Karkat's Diary, I have leapt upon the "Homestuckified song lyrics" bandwagon. Here, Karkat writes what he is convinced is a completely original song. (For those not familiar with the actual song, it can be found here.)

Karkat's Diary, Part Six

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FUCK YOU

(CHORUS)
I SEE YOU SWEARING IN MY MEMOS
AT THE GIRL I LOVE, AND I'M LIKE
FUCK YOU!
(OO, OOO, OOOO)
I GUESS THE SIZE OF YOUR THINK PAN
WASN'T ENOUGH, I'M LIKE,
FUCK YOU!
AND FUCK ME TOO!
SINCE YOU WERE RETARDED, NOW I'M DISREGARDED.
UGH, NOW AIN'T THAT SHITHIVE? (AIN'T THAT SHITHIVE!)
ALTHOUGH THERE'S PAIN IN MY LOBE STEM,
I STILL WANT TO CONDEMN YOU WITH A
FUCK YOU!
(OOO, OOO, OOOO)

JADE I'M SORRY, I KNOW THAT SO FAR WE
HAVEN'T BEEN THE MOST IDEAL FLUSHED PAIR.
YOU CAN BLAME MY PAST SELF—I PROMISE, HARLEY,
TO FAULT ME FOR HIS SHIT AIN'T FAIR.

HE WAS A FOOL, TO BE SO RUDE TO YOU.
(THE NEW ME'S AN UPGRADE)
WELL
(JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW, JADE)
OOOOOOH!
YEAH, PAST ME REALLY BLEW
HE WAS PRETTY MUCH THE WORST GUY IN PARADOX SPACE.

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NOW I KNOW, THAT NOT LONG AGO,
MY PAST SELF WENT ON LONG TIRADES,
TRYING TO HURT YOU, AND DISCONCERT YOU.
HE SHOULD HAVE GONE HEARTS BUT HE WENT SPADES.

HE WAS A TOOL, TO BE A DOUCHE TO YOU.
(THE NEW ME'S AN UPGRADE)
WELL
(JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW JADE)
OOOOOOH!
I'VE GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU:
I REALLY HATE MY ASS RIGHT NOW.

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NOW PAST ME, PAST ME, PAST ME,
WHY'D YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME LOOK SO BAD?
(SO BAD, SO BAD, SO BAD)
I TRIED TO TELL KANAYA AND SHE TOLD ME
"Yes You Have Been A Cad"
(A CAD, A CAD, A CAD)
UH! WHY? UH! WHY? UH!
WHY, PAST ME?
(OH!) I HATE YOU!
(OH!) I STILL HATE YOU!
OOOOOOH!

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DEAR PAST SELF (THE PAST SELF WHO WROTE THIS, NOT THE EVEN PASTER SELF WHO WAS AN ASSHOLE TO JADE): YOU ARE A FUCKING AWFUL LYRICIST AND EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WRITTEN IS SHIT.

I have lots of free time now that it's winter break, so if anyone has any suggestions for future Karkat's Diary topics, let me know! I'm having trouble thinking of ideas that don't suck.

[Katrika]

Karkat writes a love poem to Jade that he will NEVER EVER EVER LET ANYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY HER SEE EVER.

[DJ-P0N3]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

Seconded.

WOULD KINDLY FUCKING BEAT MY SKULL IN?

A TROLL CHOOSES. A HUMAN OBEYS.

:33 < the wild hopbeast, by nepeta leijon.
<:33 < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
<:cc < i hop, and when i hop, i never get off the ground.
<:cc < its my curse, my eternal curse.
<:cc < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
>:cc < its my curse, its my fucking curse!
>:cc < i want to take the ears off, please!
<:cc < take them off, please!

[Katrika]

[Wild Bunny]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

Seconded.

WOULD KINDLY FUCKING BEAT MY SKULL IN?

A TROLL CHOOSES. A HUMAN OBEYS.

:33 < the wild hopbeast, by nepeta leijon.
<:33 < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
<:cc < i hop, and when i hop, i never get off the ground.
<:cc < its my curse, my eternal curse.
<:cc < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
>:cc < its my curse, its my fucking curse!
>:cc < i want to take the ears off, please!
<:cc < take them off, please!

I love you.
I really, really love you.
will you marry me?



/points at name

[DJ-P0N3]

Hey now.
I'm not a marriage kind of person.
But we can discuss it over dinner, dancing....movies.

[Ganato]

I kinda want to finish it so I can start a crossover I suddenly thought up earlier today.

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Bioshock/Homestuck

YES!

Seconded.

WOULD KINDLY FUCKING BEAT MY SKULL IN?

A TROLL CHOOSES. A HUMAN OBEYS.

:33 < the wild hopbeast, by nepeta leijon.
<:33 < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
<:cc < i hop, and when i hop, i never get off the ground.
<:cc < its my curse, my eternal curse.
<:cc < i want to take the ears off, but i can't.
>:cc < its my curse, my fucking curse!
>:cc < i want to take the ears off, please!
<:cc < take them off, please!

Oh god I have started a trend.

Hey now.
I'm not a marriage kind of person.
But we can discuss it over dinner, dancing....movies.

Choose Con Air dude. It's a sure way of scoring.

Anyway here's a story for ya.

My Demii2e
Part two

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Feferi got out of the hornpile and stretched. She had slept pretty well. Who knew horns could be so soft? They were pretty irritating when trying to fall asleep though. She looked around and saw Sollux sitting in front of his computer. There weren’t any other trolls in the main room so she suspected it was around ‘lunch time’(didn’t make much sense to mention time in the veil, but most of the trolls still ate at the same time). She skipped over to him and hugged him around his neck.

“Hey Sollux!” she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Fefe. Thlept well?” he answered not looking away from his screen.

“Yeah!” she answered. “Why don’t I tell you about it while we grab something to eat?”

“Actually, I’m a bit buthy Fefe,” Sollux answered still not looking away from the screen. “You go ahead without me.”

“Oh come on. Don’t be such a dead fish. Besides you probably need a break from the computer,” she said almost pulling him out of the chair.

He pushed her off.

“No really Fefe. This is imporant,” he said turning back to the screen.

“Oh... Uhm, okay. I’ll see you later then, Sollux,” she said walking towards the transportaliser to the kitchen.

Sollux felt a little guilty about it, but there was really nothing he could do. The stuff he was working on had to do be done pretty quickly or else bad stuff would happen. He saved what he was working on once again, and started reading through it again, to find any mistakes. One mistake, and everything would be fucked up.

Feferi was sulking when she got to the kitchen. Gamzee was currently making a sandwich, while the others sat at different tables talking to each other (or yelling in Karkat’s case). He looked up when he saw Feferi though.

“Oh hey, sis. Did you sleep motherfucking well?” he asked, finishing the sandwich.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I slept pretty well,” she said, returning to her thoughts.

“Woah. What’s up my motherfucking sister? You seem pretty down there. Honk,” he said taking a bite. “Come on. Tell all your problems to ol’ Gamzee here.”

“It’s Sollux,” she answered, deciding talking to Gamzee wasn’t such a bad idea. “He seems pretty far away. I mean, he usually doesn’t say no to a honey toast...”

“Oh, don’t mind it, chica,” Gamzee said finishing the sandwich (Feferi was surprised he could do it in two bites) and grabbing a faygo from a nearby refrigerator (they had decided to stock the ridicolous soda in there so Gamzee wouldn’t send them flying out of his sylladex at everyone). “He’s just having a moodswing, is all. He’ll be good when you get back.”

Taking a swig from the bottle he exclaimed “FuCkInG mIrAcLeS” and asked if Feferi wanted a sandwich. Feferi agreed and while she ate she thought about it. Gamzee was probably right, but Sollux had seemed to intent on that project. There was probably no way she would ever know what it was, since she couldn’t read ~ATH. Maybe it was a gift? That would be exciting. But as she started talking to Nepeta she quickly forgot her worries.

Sollux saved the code one last time. It was done. And not a minute to soon. Karkat had started yelling five minutes ago that everyone would need to garther at the main appearifier since the kid would arrive in a short time. He quickly activated the code and closed the program, the application now running on every computer the lab was in possesion of.

“Hey Sollux!” Feferi yelled as she hugged him again. “Isn’t this ----Exciting! The humans are coming here! You’ll finally meet Jade face to face! She is the sweetest human you’ll meet!”

She started pulling him towards the appearifier. “Come on, Sollux! We don’t want to be late!”

Sollux stopped in his tracks. “Calm down, Fefe. It’th gonna be another 10 minutetht at leatht before they’re coming. Why don’t we walk there inthead? You and I.”

Feferi looked at him a bit confused but then smiled at him and nodded. She put her arm around his and put her head on his shoulder as they walked towards the main appearifier instead.

The fun thing about the lab was that you could get practically anywhere walking, as long as you didn’t get lost. Which was quite easy. But they knew the way and 10 minutes later they met up with the other trolls awaiting their guests.
“You grubfuckers ready for this?!” Karkat yelled, standing next to the control panel.
“Urgh, yes Karkat. Just hit the damn button!” Vriska yelled back, speaking what was on the mind of every troll in the room.
“Fine,” Karkat hissed and pushed the button.


John was excited. Very excited. They had talked so much to the trolls and now they were finally going to see them. For real. He could feel the others were excited as well. Jade kept fumbling with the buttons on her new awesome jacket, Rose kept pushing her hair around, trying to make it sit perfectly. Heck even Dave was excited even though he was trying to hide it behind his cool demeanor. Suddenly John got a message from a troll saying only one word.

NOW!

He yelled it to the others and they quickly got onto the appearifier they had found in a lab hidden in somewhere on Jades planet. The normal small tug was a lot bigger this time, but it wasn’t unpleasent if you asked John. Just a bit, strange. As soon as it stopped he opened his eyes and realised he probably wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
Instead of some kind of lab he was now standing on a meteor flying around in the incipisphere.

“What the?” he asked to no one in particular.


The twelve trolls stood mouth agape and eyebrows raised at the three figures in front of them. Sure they had seen them on the screens, but seeing them in real life was something a bit different. Feferi was the first to react.

“Jade!” she yelled running towards the black haired girl and giving her a big hug. The girl returned it laughing. The other trolls decided they should go forth and talk to the humans as well. It wasn’t until everybody stopped yelling that Dave noticed something.

“Where the fuck is Egbert?” he asked, looking around.

The other humans and some of the trolls realised what he was talking about but he was nowhere to be seen. Soon enough Jade started panicking and gasping for air. Feferi quickly ran to her side and noticed Sollux was walking to the appearifier back to the computer room.

“Sollux! Where are you going at this time!? We have a crisis here!” she yelled at him, a bit angry at how he would just return to work without a second thought for the missing human.

“I know Fefe,” he answered calmly. “That’th why I’m going to thee where he ith uthing the Trollian client,” he explained stepping onto the pad and disappearing.

“The nooksniffer has a point!” Karkat yelled to drown out the other voices. “We can see where he is, and probably get him here, by using the trollian client. Everyone back to the computer room!”

Feferi and Jade quickly went through. Feferi then noticed something weird.

Sollux wasn’t there.

“Sollux?” she called.


John was twisting and turning trying to figure out where he was but it was completely impossible. He could see Skaia, but not Prospit nor Derse. That’s when a figure suddenly appearified in front of him.

“Hello, Heir,” it said. “Thank’th for coming here.”

“Who’re you?” said Egbert eyeing the four-horned troll in front of him.

“I’m the Mage of Doom of thith theththion. But my friendth jutht call me Tholluth,” the troll said with an apparent lisp, possibly due to the large fangs, John thought.

“Altho I am here to be beaten by you,” was the next sentence.

John was quiet for some time and then said: “Tholluth?”

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Oh boy! Maybe I can finish it tomorrow before going away for a couple of days. That would be awesome.

Also can anyone give me quick tutorial on how to direct to a post? I've seen you need to use the [post] command but when I try using it it just said 'Thread not specified'.

[DJ-P0N3]

Ganato, you reminded me, I need to check to see if Con Air is still on the free movies list for Comcast.

[egregiousBass]

Aw jeez, so much interesting fanfiction here and I can't be arsed to read any of it.
(edit: Except Sionnan's strider fics. Though I've given up on keeping track =P)

Those who do, please excuse me for adding another thing onto the pile.

I was in the process of writing a cutesy Dave Harley x Jade Strider piece but then I was all like "Fuck it, back to paradox suicide."


English

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He had been slain, revived, transformed. It had mutated his very existence to give him the power. And it was glorious.

Dave was now a master of time. The ritual sacrifice netted him the presidence akin to a god's as well as a magnificent new coat. He was no longer subject to the rules. It had granted him immunity to time paradoxes. Time was his plaything now.

And it didn't end there. Where Dave could only go back and forth along a timeline, he could now roll sideways into a different one. He could return to any previously visited point in space at any point in time, in any timeline, and quarantine any unwanted effects of his interference into a harmless offshoot timeline. Paradox space would no longer move to terminate any of them. Parallel timelines coexisted into eternity as they normally would. He could go back and create any scenario he wanted, all the while preserving the original alpha timeline in which he had ascended. It was only really the alpha timeline insofar as it contained his own insurrection. John's windy thing had nothing on this.

Having attained this new power, Dave could not help but discharge it. The game could not concern him in the least. He figured he would return to the relevant timeline later on, after having explored what was and what could have been.

He warped to the veil and reconfigured the reckoning, assigning different guardians to himself and his friends. The resulting timeline would reveal what really constitutes each of them - their nature or their upbringing - and wether or not he was fated to be who he was, something he had been keen to discover. He did not even need to stick around and see. Thanks to his godlike temporal awareness, he already knew everything that was going to happen. But it in the grand scheme of things, it was a trifle, and bored him quickly.

He left this offshoot to its own developements and retook the thread at a certain moment in the future: Jade's entry, and the unfortunate prototyping of Becquerel. He did not target Vriska's influence, as that would require a strenuous double reacharound into a different universe. Instead, he dragged the one-armed puppet into the kernelsprite with his own hands. Bec would still follow, but with no arms to wear a ring with, Jack Noir never gained omnipotence and was slain. Bro and himself would go on to have a happy reunion, discard the pretense of irony and reconcile as the dysfunctional family they had always been.

It was unsatisfactory, like watching his own life unfold through the rear end of a telescope. That Dave was not him. All he had accomplished was build a happy end for an alternate instance of himself. One that no longer resembled him in the slightest. A nobody.

It began to dawn on Dave that, despite his ability to rearrange virtually every series of events at will, he would never reap the benefits. Even disregarding the fact that every timeline he moulded would already be occupied by another Dave, he could not possibly insert himself and pretend nothing had happened. You cannot pick up the threads of an old life so easily. Especially not when you are Lord English, the playwright, not an actor. He would be obeying scripts he had written himself, negating any semblance of free will.

Dave drowned this crisis with a spree of timeline creation. He went back and recovered his SORD.. before it was even stolen. Alchemized Rose's diaries and distributed them to various points in time. That was sure to cause ugly time paradoxes beyond even his immediate imagination, had paradox space not bent itself to suit whichever disastrous inferrence Dave could commit on a whim.

And so he continued. Alchemized the crosbytop and sent it into a different universe. Conversed with himself under the guise of yet another future self just to see what would happen. The network of splintered timelines expanded, and grew into a web impenetrable to all but himself. Every tear in the fabric of time reflected itself on his coat, and was remedied with a colorful patch. The amalgam of flashing ribbons, buttons and frills began to sicken him. He had no trouble keeping track, but with each newly created offshoot, he found his awareness of self and his motivation slipping further away.

However, the timeline he was (re)born in was fondly allocated to his bowtie. He would never forget. It was there for him always, awaiting his return. The only timeline that had a spot open for him.

And yet, even if he got to see John, Rose and Jade again as he last (or first, rather) remembered them, any pleasant feelings which their company could evoke would be meaningless in light of his infinite awareness of causality. Everything and everyone he had loved were just a cog in the all-encompassing clockwork of futility. He already knew everything that would and had already happened. He could not un-know, as much as he wanted to.

But his knowledge did not extend to timelines yet to be created. In this, he found purpose.

In a past settled askance of the present, he found two of himself, one about to murder the other for the greater good. He'd never had a choice in the matter. All of this, just another device to follow expectations. And expectations were something Dave wanted to be rid of.

His mere appearance caused his alternate past self to desist. The majestic robes made it clear who had authority on this matter. The futuremost Dave called the shots, that's the rule of thumb he remembered having made for himself. But with this twist comes responsibility. This Dave with the sleeved shirt was now an unwanted paradox.

Paradox space had long laid down the duty of correcting these errors. It was the master's job now.

Dave gave himself a thumbs up. Everything was going to be fine. His left hand he rested on the other's shoulder. With his right, he took Caledscratch. The blade tasted blood shortly thereafter.

The doomed Dave didn't resist. Not in understanding, but in acknowledgement. Dave's alternate instantiation slumped against his own, and he laid the corpse down in a dignified manner, if only to symbolize the fact that he was taking proper care of himself at last.

It was his first act of selfishness, hopefully leading to more. But not from his own omnipotent self, but the oblivious figure sleeping on the altar.

Dave warped out of the plane of reality, taking his alternate self's remains with him. In the Furthest Ring, he would lose himself within the folds of existence.

Note that I do not subscribe to the theory that Dave could ever be or become Lord English; only Lord English is Lord English, and He is summoned at the end of the universe. But for the purpose of the fic, let's just presume this universe is an exception =P

[Katrika]

THCOTT THUMMERTH WANTH TWO THCOOPTH.

....thorry.

[Sionnan]

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Not a Strider!fic? How weird.

Instead I have a ficlet dealing with the Midnight Crew. Just a brief examination of their dynamics and dealings.

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To pass the time, they shoot craps. The close air in their little hideout down below the twisting streets becomes so thick with cigarette smoke you could nearly cut it with a knife.

Naturally, Hearts isn't allowed to play, the slimy cheatmonkey. He protests it's luck, but Droog eschews this for a more basic explanation: it's built in. It's like trying to race a guy with three legs; whatever happens, someone's going to end up with a broken limb at the end, if Slick has anything to say about it. After all, Hearts always rolls boxcars.

Deuce always looses. They take pity on him and his friendly, vacant gaze, though, and let him win while he's ahead, sometimes. Droog has groused more than once that there's not enough in the guy's noggin to care whether or not he wins or looses, he's just happy to be in the crew. Slick always growls back that if nothing else, it at least helps him sleep at night, prompting Droog to make some smartass comment on his boss's moral compass. Slick invariablly tells him to shove it where the sun don't shine.

Slick tallies them up aftewards. He can figure faster than an adding machine weilded by Einstein, to little surprise. He's slogged through so many bills and notices over the years that the sums seem engraved on his brain meat. Which is also why he's never allowed to play cards; he's a damn predator with those things, with his perfect recall. He can tell you every card that's been dealt and every card that's in play after a single round. They've been kicked out of more than one joint on account of Slick getting crafty with the art. Deuce is always the one to complain that Slick's making a bad name for them. Slick responds that well, yeah, that's kind of of the point. Noody not nohow is going to fuck with the Midnight Crew if they walk into a place.

The reasoning is both tempting and contradictory. Droog reminds him they'll run out of places soon, as they stop off to pick up some more smokes. Slick growls that that's bullshit. No doorman or bouncer would turn down a couple hundred just to keep out a few slick-looking fellas out for a night of fun.

But when thing's are too hot to handle above ground, they hole up for a while, concocting plots and card games, leeching money off each other and fantasizing about the havoc they'll wreak once those morons out there lay off.