The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes.

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghoststep over for a chat.

The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes.

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghoststep over for a chat.

The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes.

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghoststep over for a chat.

The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes.

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghostwalk over for a chat.

The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes.

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghostwalk over for a chat.

The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes. 

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghostwalk over for a chat.