Razor tried again. "Look, man, I ain't looking fa no trouble."
"Y'all know the Rules?" the masked man persisted.
"I told y'all: I don't have any idea in the hell what'ch'all talking about."
"Y'all know the Rules?"
"Hey, y'all know what I said, man! I don't know what'chu at! I don't know no rules!"
The masked guy whistled. "Hey, yo, T! G here don't know no rules!"
Laughter. Someone howled.
"Rrrrrrrrraah!" a rusty Jamaican voice trilled, nearing. "Ehh boys! Let's give dis G here somtin fram da Rru-als, eh!"
Screeching laughter and trills echoed, followed by the sound of guns cocking and metal clanging against metal.
"What are y'all? Some kinda gang? Some crime syndicate?" Razor, for the first time in a long time, was scared.
T spoke again. "Nah, mon. We just playan da Rru-als."
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The Rules
Mystery / ThrillerHi Internet :) Before we jump into Cessa's head, I just wanted to clarify on a few things. So this is set in another kind of time/dimension/planet, but it's basically names of stuff and shapes of buildings and whatever that are really of any differe...
