Weekend At Willies TCC CH 10 Christo Pher Reborn

The path to perdition is lined with burning stones of intention.

Apple Blossom   by The White Stripes  

Weekend

At

Willies

TCC CH 10

Christo

Pher

Reborn

Well let me tell you mistah, that was a horrible way to wake up.  The Chauffeur had no clue about what awaited him.

“…he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.” –Ernest Hemingway

Christopher the Chauffeur heard the fire alarms ringing.

He did not know that the fire had been started by the maid. 

He did not know that it was Sherry, and she sought Lenny Sustenuto, as well as vengeance for his death by the Walk-In cannibal who had started it all.

Sven had begun the Fuckno Wars.

Now do not underestimate them Walk-Ins.  They were the ones who had built the megalopolis of Fuckno into the hellhole it had become.

Christopher did not know, as he rose up from his comfy bed, that he was now in control of a vast and deep-set community of them Armedmenians.

Indeed, in the widespread and various city departments of electrical power and water control in the desert valley that had once held a river the size of an ocean,

Well,

There were many of them Purple Robes who had become alerted.

The Fuckno War had begun, with or without him.

The Bane Rendition   by The Raconteurs 

Sven ran down the hall with his shoes on fire as the fire alarms began to screech.  He was not familiar with the place, but he had survived many desperate shituations, even worse than this.

What mattered most was that he did not want to lose this opportunity.

When you find yourself facing such a thing, do you throw your mittens up and bail?

Or do you fight for your life?

See you next time for the welcome home party, so to speak.

It will be long, and it will be hard.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

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