# existential detective work when those one thought once loved them end up disposing of one's stinking remains with casual abandonment say tossed into the local dry dock next to a bunch of rusty shipping containers one tries calling them jerks but it comes out as 'cherks' or 'cjerks' as one's lower jaw doesn't work right since passing on turns out the bottom of dry dock is covered in some kind of vile ultra orange industrial crud which brings the recently dead back to a twisted mutated life-parody one is now a hardcore 'existential detective' driven only by revenge - now armed with the biopsychic ability to make nearby bad guys blurt out embarrassing private revelations (thereby making fellow criminal colleagues furious to darkly laughable degrees) heavily augmented thug enforcer: hi boss i finished helping your moms with ir shopping they says to send you ir love crime boss: thanks how they doing thug enforcer: to be honest ir fat arts is even bigger than the last time we were in bed together - um what crime boss (cocking internal ninja shogun): yo say that again cyber punk undead existential detective hiding in rafters: heh // republic of bob