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|Challenge Name||Fall of the Space Robot|
|Challenge Type||Personal Challenge|
|Description||Write a fic inspired by this seed:|
Rönnaug suppressed a sigh. When she'd accepted the vengeance demon gig she hadn't expected it to involve this much whining. No wonder that Anyanka chick had quit.
A drunken sob tore the newest patron demon of scorned women out of her reverie. Her client seemed to have gotten herself mostly under control again.
"Ya know," Katrina slurred, "shouldn't be surprised Warren built himself a fuck-bot. What real woman wants to touch that creep?" She seemed confused for a moment. She shook her head and gestured sharply with her glass, adding some whiskey to the already drenched bar.
"Always 'robot this', 'cyborg that'. Don' gemme started on that 'war-sun galaxy' shit or whatever he's obsessed about. Gave him a hard on, I ain't shittin' ya." Katrina shuddered. "Filthy pervert. Ya know, I wish..."
Rönnaug perked up. Time for business. But her client seemed to have trouble focusing.
"You wish?" the vengeance demon prompted.
Katrina glared at nothing. "I wish one of his saloons... silers... gaah!" The young woman shouted in frustration. "I wish he'd get crushed by a fucking space-robot."
Rönnaug grinned broadly as Katrina collapsed onto the bar again.
"Granted" she whispered. And then she was gone.
|Challenge Date||27 Sep 12|
|Last Updated||27 Sep 12|
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