I live in Canada in fact . I ' m not a politician but I would support them privatizing our healthcare system . <| sep |> Not the worst idea , but we already saw a postgoldenmorning trigger event . <| sep |> Not going to be lines for gamestops in malls . <| sep |> La mecklembougeoise Angela Merkel va tre ravie . <| sep |> It was 2 am , and Lazarus was asleep . Then he was not . There were small scraping sounds coming from the brickwork below him . Down in the main chapel ? He wondered what it may be . Too quiet for the gangers of this rough part of town , it may just be another lost soul looking for shelter . He gathered a few things , threw on a coat and absent mindedly , pocked a pistol . Padding down the stairs , there were no lights on in the chapel , but that didn ' t bother the dwarf . There were no lights , and the sounds were very quiet , still below him . The basement ? he wondered . The stairs to the basement were locked , as there were a small number of bunkrooms down there for the charity . Larazrus fished out the large iron key from the last century , and opened it . With the heavy door open , the scraping sounds were much larger , and now the sobbing and moaning could be heard . The pistol lead the way down the stairs . The lights were off but Lazarus saw quickly three hunched figures leaning over the beds . Warm trails of blood lay across the floor as soft moans came from the dying victims . Reflexively , the pistol leveled and snapped . The round hit the first creature in the face , but as he watched , the mutilated , pale flesh regrew around the wound . Unholy vampires . The vampires rushed him , but Lazarus ducked around the old wooden door , and heard screams and snarls as the wood burnt their flesh . Burning . Fire . It was only a short way to the storeroom where the lamp oil was kept , for those services in the old style . There was nothing left saving down there . Lazarus pulled a barrel to the top of the stairs , and kicked it down . It bumped and thumped with a trail of oil from the open end . The vampires , too busy feeding to notice the return of the attacker started as the barrel rolled past them , breaking open at the far end , blocking off any avenue of retreat . The lighter sailed down with the promise of cleansing heat . The oil explosion caught with a dull , wet thump and the building shook as flames licked up through the basement . Two of the vampires were caught , but the third was already charging up the stairs , half on fire . Lazarus stook his ground , unloading the pistol into the form feeling it scrabble the claw like nails against his clothes , the heat of the burning flesh . A moment of eternity later , the movement ceased . It had gone limp , and Lazarus fled the now roiling inferno . It was 2 am , and Lazarus was asleep . Then he was not . He snapped up out of the nightmare , the memories and looked around . Now it was he who slept in the basement of the church , and his commlink glowed with a recent message . Work . Criminals . Strong stomach . Whatever . Lazarus still knew the divine light was showing him how to stand tall in the face of the valley of evil and this was clearly an omen . I ' ll take the job . I couldn ' t sleep anyway . 0 B 2 KhUdB 3 jwdUjdQTmNudDBvRzA a MageMy characters include 0 B 2 KhUdB 3 jwdU 1 l 4 ZkZyYzRGVUk a Face , 0 B 2 KhUdB 3 jwdVEN 5 MFZITmI 4 Zjg a Decker , 0 B 2 KhUdB 3 jwdcU 1 FNDUtWV 9 HbUk a Street Sam , 0 B 2 KhUdB 3 jwdUjdQTmNudDBvRzA a Mage , Pixie TwinkletoeswdVTFZLTczT 0 VENVEview a Street Sam