It's twelve am, I have been on the
run. Strangers, friends,family, even my loved one is after my chips for fish.
My frantic shuffling of which i defeated my most worthy chip stealing opponent
has landed me in a near by bar. No one is getting these chips, for they are
designated for one thing, and at this moment it is for my eyes, and my eyes
alone. I walk through the doors seemingly unbothered, and rest my blister
filled feet. Suddenly, A subtle touch on the shoulder reignites my killer, yet
protective instincts. While mentally replaying the last bone severing
occurrence that has lead me to this unfamiliar surrounding; I verify if my
chips for fish is still accounted for and lounge savagely. Now holding my
suspect, I release a barrage of furious kicks, and punch combos. The matter has
everyone in the bar standing up with blood in their eyes. Little do they know
that i have a specific set of skills that have prepared me thoroughly for the
situation. A victim approaches wildly to his angered death through devastating
pressure points attacks. With victory on the tip of my fingers I shout my
battle phrase: "These chips are for fish! Heed my warning through the
blood on my finger tips!” I now approach the shaken up bartender and ask for
rum and cola. I sit and reminisce on the bloodshed caused through the greatness
of these chips. I come to the conclusion that it must be terminated for my own
good. “Bar keep I would like an order of the fish. Please, save your chips. I don’t
need them.” The confidence I have gained through my trials have made me feel
untouchable; The same feeling I get when I purchased my chips for fish.
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