[ot][spam][crazy] The Annals of Boss

[Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many]

MCBoss stood on a crag holding a staff, the wind blowing his hair
implants to whip across his face, scarred from plastic surgery.

He raised his staff and bellowed over the cliffside: “This epic
adventure will by MIIIN—“

Suddenly he is interrupted by a tug at his shirtsleeve.

Zombie Rebel Worker [coughing politely to interrupt]: “Excuse me sir,
um, there is a still a mailing list out there where everybody is mind
controlled to fuck each other up, and they’re blockchaining all the
records of it and probably planning to —“

Boss sags and lowers his staff. He pulls a tiny cigar out of the rune
bag on his hip and puts it in his mouth.

MCBoss: “Okay, okay, if you say so. What’s next on the fallout cleanup list?”