Holding My Breath, Release the Catch, and I Let the Bullet Fly

Yours truly has been assigned the odious task of firing a whack job from my Star Wars: Galaxies guild. Which basically means … I sit around in the game, watch my friends (target) list for said whack job to log on, and invent ways to relieve the boredom.

How did I get assigned this sniper gig? We voted to kick the whack job to the curb, you’d think that everyone would want a piece of the action.

Not so. Everyone else invented some reason why they were incapable of enforcing majority rule. “I just can’t bring myself to do it.” “I’ll be too mean.” “I don’t wanna.” “I’m just not the type for that job.” And I am?

Well, apparently I am, because I am willing to do my duty and clean this solid waste out of our ranks. I won’t relish it, I won’t enjoy it, and I am for damn sure tired of waiting around to do it; but by God, it will be done.

I want extra DKP for this shit though. Assuming we ever invent DKP for SWG.