text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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jk 2/3

[pummelling]

okay. got one.

Many years ago, there was a clan called the Shirai Ryu. They were all skilled ninja, incredibly so-- as their Grandmaster ordered, their targets were summarily eliminated. But the best and most fearsome warrior of them all was a man named Hanzo. He was fearsome, or so I was told. The Scorpion was one to be reckoned with.

Like you'd expect, Shirai Ryu weren't without enemies. The Lin Kuei, a rival clan of assassins based in China, had always been at odds with Hanzo and his Shirai Ryu brethren. Generations of a grudge. Only one clan could stand victorious in the end and both knew it well.

So one day, they acted. The Lin Kuei exploited the one weakness of the undefeatable Hanzo Hasashi: his family. And they offered no mercy. His wife was murdered first. The son was next. Grief-sticken, he too fell at the assassin's hands.

But his tale doesn't end there. His damned soul hungered for recompense, even from the depths of hell. A self-seeking sorceror gave him that very chance. Dark magic pulled his soul from the Netherrealm, gave him a body and new life... or an unlife, I should say instead. So consumed by hatred and rage, he had become something inhuman. A vessel for the justice his former self sought so desperately... a creature of hellfire and death.

Hanzo himself was no more. The undead agent of revenge, Scorpion, was born. And he wanted exactly what he was owed: the blood of the Lin Kuei.