mistconduct | Issue #29

Issue #29

Sup, Barge assholes. I'm back.

It's been like a whole fucking year, so I'm not going to bore you with the immense amount of crap that went down in my world because oh, hey, come up to the infirmary and take a look. Everyone and their mom already has.

Speaking of moms, I have an issue of rebranding to announce. Red Mist is dead. Henceforce I am no longer Chris D'Amico, but wish instead to be addressed by my super name, The Motherfucker. It's going to be a while before I'm back in the costume but regardless of that, I want you all to call me The Motherfucker. It grows on you.

And speaking of that, informal poll time, fucking yes it's that time again!

On a scale of 1 to 5, Chris' new goatee is;
-Awesome.
-REALLY fucking awesome.
-Sculpted like Michaelangelo's David.
-Way better than Tony Stark's
-I haven't seen it; every time I turn to observe I'm blinded by the awesome.

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Seriously. They'd yank them from me if I get them weaponized, too.

So just don't get caught, yo, that's the way to do it.

Easier said than done, my friend.

Oh, come on, dude. If you can hide being a criminal, you can hide robot legs.

I was paying off people so that I could hide being a criminal. Right now all that cash is tied up between my uncles and me.

[He lets out a little scoff of frustration, rolling his eyes. Come on, Chris -- Gus Fring never needed to pay off the cops!] Look, whatever, you're not going back there for a long-ass time anyways, right? So fix yourself up now, get hooked up with something awesome, and then worry about that part later.

I mean, shit, if you need money, I got... I dunno, enough, probably.