handbook for the recently deceased [s. v. l.] 87th

"Well, there you are, you little rat." She speaks to herself, legs crossed and swinging from the tippy top of the radio cell tower. The ground beneath her is scattered with weapons still, but the remains of Sin Mortuus brutally between them all. These little boys had no chance against her, a real villain. The only capable one was him, Kyler, the John to her Marilyn. 

But she took out the ebony Queen piece.

Check-mate is still on the table; she squints through one eye to spot the blonde haired vixen stumbling through the scene. They drew her out with some kind of toxin cloud, a dirty mustard fog cloud following disgustingly behind her while Lorraine Gaultier sits pretty in her finale outfit: tiger print! From Sardonyx Crowe herself, can you believe it? Everyone thought the Goddess of Stylists had finally retired, but just for Lore, she had it delivered. 

And it fits just as well as the crown will. 

[ lance : i challenge you to a duel! ]
[ takes her second shot at silk le roux's big head ]
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[results]

[hp: 15/40]