EmeraldSilver Blogs

“How many bodies does it take to make a mass murderer?”
“I asked the exact same question a few sessions ago, and I never got an answer!”

“I don’t know where that word went, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
“Left. The word went left.”
“And your mouth went right.”

“At least now you know there is a… slightly foxed… copy of The People of the Monolith.”
“Hey, it worked as a distraction.”
“Yes, multi-thousand-dollar books will do that.”

“We haven’t tried fitting anyone in the trunk yet.”
“You haven’t.”
“Trust me, sir. They’ll fit.”

“That’s totally going to be a 00, isn’t it. Yeah, it is.”

“Friend… cash cow…”
“I feel like we’re using the same words…”

“Hopefully not autoerotic defenestration.”

“Heather was like, ‘I’m really only comfortable backing one dead cat at a time.'”

“I’m just gonna put this out there… if you’re working for Darryl and your credit rating is over 90, you’re doing something naughty.”

“So…”
“We’d just killed all the bad guys.”
“I think you’d just found an ambush…”