::we got this:: Stanley/Exover

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STANLEY SCHUSTER: THE EMERALD-EYED WARRIOR

ISSUE #7
Feb '81
Joel
SCHUSTER
Gail
SCHUSTER
Robert
ROSS
THIS ISSUE, THE TERRIBLE TRAPPER!

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Stanley was having a rough time of it. He'd already hit himself in the crotch trying to test a twitch-up snare, and he wasn't having much luck with the knots in his noose like snare either. The bottle trap was the only one he'd gotten to work, and while it was easy, there was no guarantee that there'd be any fish in the arena. To be honest, he was kind of hoping there wasn't going to be. Fuck if he knew how to swim; if this arena had an ocean he was going to stay far, far away from it.

After a few minutes struggle, the trap looked more or less like it was supposed to; at least he thought it did. The next order of business would be to test it, so he shook out his leg and readied himself to step into it. Or he would have, if one of the other tributes hadn't been coming towards him with no regard to his surroundings. Oh, great, does this guy want to pick a fight or something? But the other tribute wasn't even looking at him. Or the trap that he had set up for that matter.

"Wait, hey stop! Dude! Are you deaf? Do-"

The guy with the beard blundered directly into the snare and triggered it. It tightened around his ankle and pulled him off his feet, sending him to the ground with the a thud. Stanley winced, then grumbled pretty loudly in annoyance as he grabbed the dudes hand and tried to help him up. "Hip hip hooray, the damn thing works! But what the shit man? Didn't you see the snare?"


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