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America, Bad, and Baseball: Steam Profile Billy "Smiles" Evans- Profile Billy Tuvalu My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick ittle boy My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is so sad is because Im so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe The doctors gave me an artificial body. It's a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, " Don't cry, Mommy" and she hugged my burlap bag. Mommy always gives me hugs, Even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad I hope you will help me. You can help me if you post this message everywhere you can. Dr. Johansen said that every time this message is posted, Bill Gates Will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me get better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base. l try to be happy, but it's hard. I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty. I wish I could hold a kity that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its turds in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much. Thank You Billy Smiles Evans
America, Bad, and Baseball: Steam Profile
 Billy "Smiles" Evans-
 Profile
 Billy
 Tuvalu
 My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick ittle boy
 My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is so sad is
 because Im so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I try to
 breathe
 The doctors gave me an artificial body. It's a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said
 that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance.
 I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work
 because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, " Don't cry, Mommy" and she hugged
 my burlap bag. Mommy always gives me hugs, Even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real
 bad
 I hope you will help me. You can help me if you post this message everywhere you can. Dr. Johansen said that every time this
 message is posted, Bill Gates Will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will collect prayers from
 school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better
 Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the
 doctors. The doctors could help me get better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base.
 l try to be happy, but it's hard. I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty. I wish I could hold a kity that wouldn't chew on me and
 try to bury its turds in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much.
 Thank You
 Billy Smiles Evans
Comfortable, Confused, and Crying: Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)04:52:45 No.47734230>47735647 47766622 >5 There was a little boy lost in a Maiden World. This was enough to set off warning flags to all the Eldar present. They were more afraid of what would happen if the mon-keigh were left to their own devices, especially in this precious world. However, those wamings seemed to not extend to two particularly sexually-repressed specimens: A Howling Banshee Exarch and a Farseer The boy was still crying when the Farseer first arrives. Her nose takes in that savage scent of unrefined human, and her eyes go wide: this was unmistakably a male. Eldar or not, that meant he could be a mate. Even to a trained mind, the fires of arousal were difficult to smother once lit. As she removes her helm, her pale brown tresses fall free of their wraithbone cage. She approaches the boy with a matemal smile on her face Ara ara-" she comments. Despite her appearance of a young mother, her voice sounded more like an older sister. "What's a cute little boy like you doing here? The boy sniffles as he realizes he has company. "M-miss, I lost my mommy!" His eyes were red from crying the whole time, an effect with profound impact upon the Farseer's keen mental perception. She didn't just sense his loneliness, she could feel it, get wrapped up in his immature emotions like a blanket too big for her She smiles. "Don't worry now. Your big sis is here to help you!" The smile is enough to dis arm the young mind, who stops crying. "My name is Belamere. What's yours? "My name is Sam." The boy was growing more comfortable with her by the second. This was not by some chance; Belamere was using her mind to slowly erode his mental resistance, influencing his thoughts to be more friendly towards her "Well now, Sam," her deft hands wrap themselves around his chin. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to know her little boy cried, now would she?" the defenseless boy nods. "Now, why don't you let your big sister Belamere take care of you, hm?" Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)06:20:59 No.477356474774019147766622 Before the boy even agrees, the Farseer is already tracing her hands over his torso, feeling the undeveloped muscle and enticing supple skin beneath. He was young. weak; she didn't need much effort to push him down. "Uh.. .B-big sis, what are you doing? the sensation of a xeno woman's touch on his body feels weird on the boy, a biological warning mechanism about the heresy ensuing. She nods. "Oh, big sis is just making sure you're okayl She draws her hands away. "I wouldn't like it if you got hurt, now would I? Sam agrees, though it's clear the sensation is still on his mind. Capitalizing upon the open gap, Belamere then tenderly grabs his hand, wrapping it around her spidery fingers before holding it in her own. Just holding hands like that made Sam burn up, the indecent thoughts about letting this xeno taking care of him broke the floodgates Now, whilst the boy was confused by his feelings for the Farseer, did the Exarch arrive. Unlike the kindly Farseer, the Exarch took a more controlled approach, like a neighbor "Ah, Belamere," the red-headed warrior masks her role as an exploiter, "I was looking for you Oh, Taesa." Belamere stands up, ensuring her grip on Sam. "I'm fine. I just ran into this innocent little boy The boy's scent works its way into Taesa's senses the same way it does Belamere's. However, the Banshee's mind is not so bound to reading the strands of fate, less labyrinthine, making it slightly easier for her to realize that she was lusting for an underdeveloped organism. The taboo romance arouses her as well and she joins the two. Sam asks, "Big sis, is she your friend?" The Exarch kneels to the boy's level. "My name is Taesa. If you can trust Belamere over there, you can trust me as well." The sensation of being with two girls, even aliens, is enough to drive Sam's hormones into overdrive. Knowing that they were worried about him made him feel more conscious than ever Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)15:38:48 No.47740191247762439 2247763271 2247766622 The sweet smell of these Eldar, as well as the power of suggestion, had drawn him to them, but now was the time for him to decide whether or not to follow them. Sam follows, for his mind has finally been snared by the mental depredations of Belamere My, you're rather precious," the Exarch appraises the Farseer's catch. "Say, do you want to follow us somewhere? We can help you find your Mother. The Farseer finishes the sentence, "But first, you have to do something very special with us, okay?" Sam replies with a dazed expression, "What is it? We want you...to kiss which big sister you think is cutest!" At that moment, the collected Exarch smiles as well and they pull away from the child. "We both like cute little boys like you, and we promise to take really good care of you! However, only one of us will give you extra-special good care of you." Belamere smiles. "And that one is going to be which ever one of us you kissl" For an instant, the Farseer lets slip her reins on Sam's mind. Though she knew her control was absolute, she wants to understand, even for a second, the boy's preferences. After all, this was a game to her, and games were only fun when there was a chance of failure What baffled them both was that instead of approaching one of them and clumsily placing a kiss on one of their lips on his tip-toes, Sam ran away. Before either Eldar could ask what was wrong, they noticed the sun going out They turn around to find it, an Ork in a business suit. MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN WOULD YA LIKES TA HAZ A SEAT?" In that instant, both Eldar realized that this hunt for nubile young boys had gone oh so wrong
Comfortable, Confused, and Crying: Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)04:52:45 No.47734230>47735647 47766622
 >5
 There was a little boy lost in a Maiden World.
 This was enough to set off warning flags to all the Eldar present. They were more afraid of what would happen if the mon-keigh were left to their own devices, especially in this precious world. However, those wamings
 seemed to not extend to two particularly sexually-repressed specimens: A Howling Banshee Exarch and a Farseer
 The boy was still crying when the Farseer first arrives. Her nose takes in that savage scent of unrefined human, and her eyes go wide: this was unmistakably a male. Eldar or not, that meant he could be a mate. Even to a
 trained mind, the fires of arousal were difficult to smother once lit. As she removes her helm, her pale brown tresses fall free of their wraithbone cage. She approaches the boy with a matemal smile on her face
 Ara ara-" she comments. Despite her appearance of a young mother, her voice sounded more like an older sister. "What's a cute little boy like you doing here?
 The boy sniffles as he realizes he has company. "M-miss, I lost my mommy!" His eyes were red from crying the whole time, an effect with profound impact upon the Farseer's keen mental perception. She didn't just sense his
 loneliness, she could feel it, get wrapped up in his immature emotions like a blanket too big for her
 She smiles. "Don't worry now. Your big sis is here to help you!" The smile is enough to dis arm the young mind, who stops crying. "My name is Belamere. What's yours?
 "My name is Sam." The boy was growing more comfortable with her by the second. This was not by some chance; Belamere was using her mind to slowly erode his mental resistance, influencing his thoughts to be more
 friendly towards her
 "Well now, Sam," her deft hands wrap themselves around his chin. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to know her little boy cried, now would she?" the defenseless boy nods. "Now, why don't you let your big sister Belamere
 take care of you, hm?"
 Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)06:20:59 No.477356474774019147766622
 Before the boy even agrees, the Farseer is already tracing her hands over his torso, feeling the undeveloped muscle and enticing supple skin beneath. He was young. weak; she didn't need much effort to push him down.
 "Uh.. .B-big sis, what are you doing? the sensation of a xeno woman's touch on his body feels weird on the boy, a biological warning mechanism about the heresy ensuing.
 She nods. "Oh, big sis is just making sure you're okayl She draws her hands away. "I wouldn't like it if you got hurt, now would I? Sam agrees, though it's clear the sensation is still on his mind. Capitalizing upon the open
 gap, Belamere then tenderly grabs his hand, wrapping it around her spidery fingers before holding it in her own. Just holding hands like that made Sam burn up, the indecent thoughts about letting this xeno taking care of him
 broke the floodgates
 Now, whilst the boy was confused by his feelings for the Farseer, did the Exarch arrive. Unlike the kindly Farseer, the Exarch took a more controlled approach, like a neighbor
 "Ah, Belamere," the red-headed warrior masks her role as an exploiter, "I was looking for you
 Oh, Taesa." Belamere stands up, ensuring her grip on Sam. "I'm fine. I just ran into this innocent little boy
 The boy's scent works its way into Taesa's senses the same way it does Belamere's. However, the Banshee's mind is not so bound to reading the strands of fate, less labyrinthine, making it slightly easier for her to realize
 that she was lusting for an underdeveloped organism. The taboo romance arouses her as well and she joins the two.
 Sam asks, "Big sis, is she your friend?"
 The Exarch kneels to the boy's level. "My name is Taesa. If you can trust Belamere over there, you can trust me as well."
 The sensation of being with two girls, even aliens, is enough to drive Sam's hormones into overdrive. Knowing that they were worried about him made him feel more conscious than ever
 Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)15:38:48 No.47740191247762439 2247763271 2247766622
 The sweet smell of these Eldar, as well as the power of suggestion, had drawn him to them, but now was the time for him to decide whether or not to follow them.
 Sam follows, for his mind has finally been snared by the mental depredations of Belamere
 My, you're rather precious," the Exarch appraises the Farseer's catch. "Say, do you want to follow us somewhere? We can help you find your
 Mother. The Farseer finishes the sentence, "But first, you have to do something very special with us, okay?"
 Sam replies with a dazed expression, "What is it?
 We want you...to kiss which big sister you think is cutest!" At that moment, the collected Exarch smiles as well and they pull away from the child. "We both like cute little boys like you, and we promise to take really good
 care of you!
 However, only one of us will give you extra-special good care of you." Belamere smiles. "And that one is going to be which ever one of us you kissl"
 For an instant, the Farseer lets slip her reins on Sam's mind. Though she knew her control was absolute, she wants to understand, even for a second, the boy's preferences. After all, this was a game to her, and games were
 only fun when there was a chance of failure
 What baffled them both was that instead of approaching one of them and clumsily placing a kiss on one of their lips on his tip-toes, Sam ran away. Before either Eldar could ask what was wrong, they noticed the sun going out
 They turn around to find it, an Ork in a business suit.
 MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN WOULD YA LIKES TA HAZ A SEAT?"
 In that instant, both Eldar realized that this hunt for nubile young boys had gone oh so wrong
Confidence, Crying, and Fire: PROPERTY OR Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)05:16:29 No.48137678 4813890548178377 To say that the raid on that Eldar settlement was successful would be an understatement - it was a massacre. With the majority of the military forces occupied fighting some Militarum regiment halfway across the continent, all that the Sisters of Battle has to fight were some random Guardians and support platforms. They were dealt with quickly using fire and faith in excessive measure (as always) and soon turned their sights to sacking the civilians The streets ran with their unclean blood as none were spared Well, almost none were spared. Sister Olivia had, while nobody was looking, kidnapped a young Eldar boy and shoved him into a sack and ran before anyone noticed. A rational mind would have come with several conclusions, each with a sinister purpose behind them: Perhaps she was going to give the boy as a specimen for an Inquisitor, Maybe he was going to be used as a hostage - Eldar did value every soul they had, It was also possible that this child held some critical information in his young mind that was critical for a future campaign. But this is the Forty-First Millenium, and common sense died tens of thous ands of years ago. No, the real purpose of this kidnapping was far more...predatory in nature They were in an abandoned little shack by the outskirts when the Sister empties her loot out on the floor. The boy tumbles on the floor, gasping for breath. As soon as his senses return, his eyes widen when he notices his captor and he immediately scrambles for the nearest wall "Why do you run?" The Sister asks in a pained voice. "Don't you wish to embrace the Emperor with me?" The boy begins breathing hard, reaching out for anything to throw. He screams out in his xenos tongue to stay back, but the Sister does not oblige. "Don't be afraid, child! I have taken you so I can cleanse you!" She licks her lips. "Your body is so young, so...tainted. I only wish to absolve you of this stain, to teach you the joys of serving the Emperor!" Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)06:51:49 No.4813890548142901 2248178377 Olivia reaches her hand out, but the boy pushes it away with all his might She chuckles, to the boy's confusion. "Perhaps I did not make your predicament clear enough." She reaches to her side and pulls out a bolt pistol to the Eldar's head. He breaks into a cold sweat staring down the barrel. You cannot leave here. You are now my property Despite his defiant looks, the boy knows has no chance to stand up to her. He quails under the thread and begins crying. The Sister tenderly places an armored finger on his lips, shushing him as she lowers herself to his level "You need not be afraid of me. I am a servant of the Emperor, and by cooperating with me, we will both be purified!" As she had the boy comered, Olivia could only celebrate in her thoughts, reveling in the opportunity to partake in the carnal pleasures with a xeno. Was it heretical? Most certainly, but when she was forced to bottle up her sexual desires while in the convent, having the opportunity to vent all these frustrations on a young, defenseless xeno was considered (to her) a perfect excuse Perhaps some of those instincts showed through her eyes, as the boy tries to scurry away some more, but the threat of a bolt through his head was more than sufficient incentive to stay put. Thus silenced. the Sister finally grabs him by his collar. With a sharp tug, he is brought right up to her armored chest. The boy struggles to adjust, but he is again interrupted as she lifts him and forces her tongue down his mouth, exploring the delicate features of the Eldar. All the while, the child is helpless, a prisoner to both a murderous barbarian, but a pedophile Their lips part, the boy gasps for breath while the Sister chuckles."Oh, you will be perfect!" She claws at her victim and rips off his clothing with power-armored ease. She pauses to admire the frail, almost feminine figure he has before looking to her own clothing Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)14:44:50 No.4814290143143263481440542248178377 >5 Power armor was going to make the entire affair more difficult, so she starts with removing that. Conveniently, Sororitas-Patten power armor is light enough that she could start dismantling it herself, though it would take a while longer. Lucky for her then that her hostage was too terrified to try running again. The robes beneath Olivia's armor were in hues of white, making her ironically look more like an angel once her amor was removed. The alien boy notices this too, as he stops trying to run and begins drawing closer. "That's right," she gently coos, "come to me. Together, we will find salvation." The boy falls into her arms, where she strokes his head while burying his head in her bosom. "Yes, like that. I won't hurt you if you just do as I tell you She stands up, loosening the boy's grip. Her gentle mask was starting to crack, she was this close to the flesh she craved. "Alright now. We need to start the ritual. First...first..." HOW ABOUT YA HAZ A SEAT?" The sister's heart stops. Nobody was supposed to know she was here! Her eyes frantically dart around to find the source of the voice, keeping her hostage in front of her at all times. Nothing looked out of the ordinary "I AXED IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAZ A SEAT Olivia's eyes spot an inconspicuous wooden chair. Slowly, she approaches it and then sits down on it. Nothing happens. She sighs. "This...this is a misunderstanding! See, I was only going to interrogate the xeno fiend!" Her eyes keep shifting, surveying the small shack for anything that looks out of place. "I was going to teach him the glory of mankind, the power of the Emperor, so that we might possibly cleanse his soul of taint!" Still nothing moves. ".I am a member of the Adepta Sororitas! I have the support of the Ecclesiarchy behind mel I am protected by the Emperor, so your influence will not corrupt mel" She starts laughing nervously. "B-but you knew that right? I mean, I'm no heretic!" Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)15:23:29 No.4814326348144054 248178377 File: BusinessOrk.ipg (39 KB, 680x630) 9> The silence only serves to add to the tension. "Y-you can come out now!" She keeps her tone. "If we're both servants of the Emperor, then surely you understand what I'm doing? Right?" Again, there was nothing. "Come out now! Please come out!" Her confidence was draining fast. "Nowl Please?" After what felt like a minute, there was finally a noise. A heavy tread emerges from the doorway. The fact that something was actually coming out was so frightening to her that she never notices the boy she took so much trouble kidnapping flee, and from in that same doorway, a giant Ork in a business suit enter MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN," the Ork announces with no subltety, "AND I WOULD LIKE YA TA ANSWER SOME KWESTINZ." Olivia notices the boy gone at last. Any wail of frustration is halted when she also notices how far she is from her equipment. The poor Sororitas notices at that moment that she was going to die. Not by the hand of an enemy in glorious battle, but by the choppa of a galactic hunter of sexual predators. Perhaps this was the Emperor's justice, as retribution for her impure motives. Even if it was not, there would be no escape for her
Confidence, Crying, and Fire: PROPERTY
 OR
 Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)05:16:29 No.48137678 4813890548178377
 To say that the raid on that Eldar settlement was successful would be an understatement - it was a massacre. With the majority of the military forces occupied fighting some Militarum regiment halfway across the continent, all
 that the Sisters of Battle has to fight were some random Guardians and support platforms. They were dealt with quickly using fire and faith in excessive measure (as always) and soon turned their sights to sacking the civilians
 The streets ran with their unclean blood as none were spared
 Well, almost none were spared.
 Sister Olivia had, while nobody was looking, kidnapped a young Eldar boy and shoved him into a sack and ran before anyone noticed. A rational mind would have come with several conclusions, each with a sinister purpose
 behind them: Perhaps she was going to give the boy as a specimen for an Inquisitor, Maybe he was going to be used as a hostage - Eldar did value every soul they had, It was also possible that this child held some critical
 information in his young mind that was critical for a future campaign.
 But this is the Forty-First Millenium, and common sense died tens of thous ands of years ago. No, the real purpose of this kidnapping was far more...predatory in nature
 They were in an abandoned little shack by the outskirts when the Sister empties her loot out on the floor. The boy tumbles on the floor, gasping for breath. As soon as his senses return, his eyes widen when he notices his captor
 and he immediately scrambles for the nearest wall
 "Why do you run?" The Sister asks in a pained voice. "Don't you wish to embrace the Emperor with me?" The boy begins breathing hard, reaching out for anything to throw. He screams out in his xenos tongue to stay back, but
 the Sister does not oblige. "Don't be afraid, child! I have taken you so I can cleanse you!" She licks her lips. "Your body is so young, so...tainted. I only wish to absolve you of this stain, to teach you the joys of serving the
 Emperor!"
 Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)06:51:49 No.4813890548142901 2248178377
 Olivia reaches her hand out, but the boy pushes it away with all his might
 She chuckles, to the boy's confusion. "Perhaps I did not make your predicament clear enough." She reaches to her side and pulls out a bolt pistol to the Eldar's head. He breaks into a cold sweat staring down the barrel. You
 cannot leave here. You are now my property
 Despite his defiant looks, the boy knows has no chance to stand up to her. He quails under the thread and begins crying. The Sister tenderly places an armored finger on his lips, shushing him as she lowers herself to his level
 "You need not be afraid of me. I am a servant of the Emperor, and by cooperating with me, we will both be purified!"
 As she had the boy comered, Olivia could only celebrate in her thoughts, reveling in the opportunity to partake in the carnal pleasures with a xeno. Was it heretical? Most certainly, but when she was forced to bottle up her sexual
 desires while in the convent, having the opportunity to vent all these frustrations on a young, defenseless xeno was considered (to her) a perfect excuse
 Perhaps some of those instincts showed through her eyes, as the boy tries to scurry away some more, but the threat of a bolt through his head was more than sufficient incentive to stay put. Thus silenced. the Sister finally
 grabs him by his collar. With a sharp tug, he is brought right up to her armored chest. The boy struggles to adjust, but he is again interrupted as she lifts him and forces her tongue down his mouth, exploring the delicate features
 of the Eldar. All the while, the child is helpless, a prisoner to both a murderous barbarian, but a pedophile
 Their lips part, the boy gasps for breath while the Sister chuckles."Oh, you will be perfect!" She claws at her victim and rips off his clothing with power-armored ease. She pauses to admire the frail, almost feminine figure he has
 before looking to her own clothing
 Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)14:44:50 No.4814290143143263481440542248178377
 >5
 Power armor was going to make the entire affair more difficult, so she starts with removing that. Conveniently, Sororitas-Patten power armor is light enough that she could start dismantling it herself, though it would take a while
 longer. Lucky for her then that her hostage was too terrified to try running again.
 The robes beneath Olivia's armor were in hues of white, making her ironically look more like an angel once her amor was removed. The alien boy notices this too, as he stops trying to run and begins drawing closer. "That's
 right," she gently coos, "come to me. Together, we will find salvation." The boy falls into her arms, where she strokes his head while burying his head in her bosom. "Yes, like that. I won't hurt you if you just do as I tell you
 She stands up, loosening the boy's grip. Her gentle mask was starting to crack, she was this close to the flesh she craved. "Alright now. We need to start the ritual. First...first..."
 HOW ABOUT YA HAZ A SEAT?"
 The sister's heart stops. Nobody was supposed to know she was here! Her eyes frantically dart around to find the source of the voice, keeping her hostage in front of her at all times. Nothing looked out of the ordinary
 "I AXED IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAZ A SEAT
 Olivia's eyes spot an inconspicuous wooden chair. Slowly, she approaches it and then sits down on it. Nothing happens. She sighs. "This...this is a misunderstanding! See, I was only going to interrogate the xeno fiend!" Her
 eyes keep shifting, surveying the small shack for anything that looks out of place. "I was going to teach him the glory of mankind, the power of the Emperor, so that we might possibly cleanse his soul of taint!" Still nothing
 moves. ".I am a member of the Adepta Sororitas! I have the support of the Ecclesiarchy behind mel I am protected by the Emperor, so your influence will not corrupt mel" She starts laughing nervously. "B-but you knew that
 right? I mean, I'm no heretic!"
 Anonymous 07/06/16(Wed)15:23:29 No.4814326348144054 248178377
 File: BusinessOrk.ipg (39 KB, 680x630)
 9>
 The silence only serves to add to the tension.
 "Y-you can come out now!" She keeps her tone. "If we're both servants of the Emperor, then surely you understand what I'm doing? Right?" Again, there was nothing. "Come out now! Please come out!" Her
 confidence was draining fast. "Nowl Please?"
 After what felt like a minute, there was finally a noise. A heavy tread emerges from the doorway. The fact that something was actually coming out was so frightening to her that she never notices the boy she
 took so much trouble kidnapping flee, and from in that same doorway, a giant Ork in a business suit enter
 MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN," the Ork announces with no subltety, "AND I WOULD LIKE YA TA ANSWER SOME KWESTINZ."
 Olivia notices the boy gone at last. Any wail of frustration is halted when she also notices how far she is from her equipment.
 The poor Sororitas notices at that moment that she was going to die. Not by the hand of an enemy in glorious battle, but by the choppa of a galactic hunter of sexual predators. Perhaps this was the Emperor's justice, as
 retribution for her impure motives. Even if it was not, there would be no escape for her