for the thieve's guild, I want one of our possible jobs to be assisting with bounty hunting, and that would most likely require hunting down certain primes. Now, I forget what a lot of the technicalities were with bounty hunting, but it required a search thread and tracking their last location and whatnot. Is it possible for someone to track down the wanted prime and then hand the information over to someone who can finish the job? And I believe it would be possible for the bounty to be split because of the split effort?

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[spoiler]"I wasn't supposed to die at the hands of a child-killing PSYCHOPATH!"

Bullets like rain. A man screaming, more fire than flesh.

"You're... a savage!"

An army of insane men, raising grenades like trophies, determined to make me feel the pain that they did.

"You're just a bandit..."

A living, breathing human, rendered into a puddle of flesh by storms from the moon. I watched as meteors dissembled my friends.

"AND I AM THE GODDAMN HERO!"

Purple magic, flames. Peeling faces.

A smoking hole embedded in a friend's chest.

My home, burning.

His bloody mask, floating in the air. It smiled at me, grafts still clutched onto bits of skin.

"This is not the world you know..."[/spoiler]

Gaige's eyes snapped open as she rolled over, drawing her SMG. She was gasping for air, wildly pointing the gun around. The clamor of war was still ringing in her ears. Her eyes madly flickering in their sockets, Gaige glared through the scope. 

Nobody.

She relaxed and slung the SMG around her back. There was nobody around.

"Axton?"

The two had been on a mission to recruit Lady Hammerlock after the Eridian showed up. They had hitched on a train, speeding towards the ferry between Pandora and Elpis. 

"Did we crash again?"

She activated her ECHO device, which took some time. It had trouble connecting to the local network. 

Once it connected, something strange happened. The local map was showing something very different: an organized network of biomes, linked together to her current location. The planet designation at the bottom read: "unknown".

"Whooooooa," Gaige muttered, "Where am I?"

The spirit of a boy with red hair floats in the center of a black void. Asleep, he dreams of days gone by. 

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Heavy breathing filled the musky air as she rushed passed the low moans of them. Rough boots slammed against the hard ground, unrelenting and unforgiving to any life the fell upon it. Rotting arms reached out to try to grab at the woman that ran passed them, a woman who dodged and ducked around them, swinging a bloody, rusted axe wildly around her, slapping at anything that got too close.

"Only a few hundred my ass..."

Thick, dark, globby blood spewed forth from the neck of the nearest flesh-chomper as the rusted blade sliced through the dead grey skin, causing its head to flop to the side and the body to tumble as it lost its balance, leaving it to slam into the ground, watching through a mess of throbbing muscles and tendons that watched its prey run off into the thick fog.

With her eyes narrowed, the dark haired woman flew through the mist, her senses trained and focused on making sure that--

A lazy ass crawler suddenly throws its hand out in a sporadic attempt to take her down, grabbing and scratching her leg, getting caught on her boot.

"Fucking.... little shitstain...." she shouted as she tripped and stumbled, smacking the back of the hatchet into the undead's skull, knocking it off of her boots. However, the distraction was enough for the runners behind her to catch up, one of them jumping onto her back, forcing her to spin and shake to try to take it off, fighting off the undead fuckers that were bloodthirsty enough to take her on. She held them off, using the hatchet as a blocking mechanism while she reached to her side for her handgun, the asshole on her back struggling to bite her neck until she reached up, popping a bullet into his skull, brains flying out into the air,the undead's limp body falling off of her as she put a bullet into each of the three attacked she was holding off with her hatchet. She gave a low grunt as she continued on, the zombies becoming more scarce as she neared a clearer part of the area, finding a road.


"I'm going to shove my foot so far up that bastard's asshole he is gonna taste the dead flesh on the bottom of my boots..."

Gabriella fumbled with her gun angrily, switching out the clip and tossing the empty one in he backpack. She then slung her hatchet over her shoulder as she walked along the road back to Darkshire, mumbling obscenities and curses as she trudged along.

To: The Vision

From: secondcoolestskeleton???@omail.com

Subject: I need to tell you something.

you the leader of the super club?

To: frisk@avengers.org 

From: secondcoolestskeleton???@omail.com

Subject: well

well well

welly welly well well

well

you have some explaining to do, young lady.

Claptrap's breath was far too heavy for something without lungs as he climbed out of the technical which had ended up wrapping itself around a particularly sturdy palm tree. Well, more sturdy than the previous dozen that had failed to stop the rampaging bandit car. Claptrap paused to look around and saw a sight that he had only dreamed about seeing without being harassed by Pandora's myriad of robo-phobic lifeforms. The sky and the water were similar shades of pure blue and the sand was a pristine golden colour. Claptrap wished he could go to the beach, but seawater made his joints rust, sand irritated his circuits and the crisp sea air brought on inexplicable coughing fits. But he couldn't go to the beach anyway, he had some chumps to beat up. 

Claptrap took quite a while to find the sign-up location. Not many people took kindly to Claptrap asking where he could find the questionably legal and/or ethical fighting competition. When he did find it, however, the staff inside weren't much more helpful. 

Claptrap wheeled his way over to the front desk before realising he was too short to look over it. After he had grabbed a chair and propped it against the desk, Claptrap cleared his throat. "Hello! I am a CL4P-TP steward bot, but you can call me Claptrap! I would like to enrol in your televised demonstration of human cruelty."

The woman behind the desk eyed him with an expression many would read as contempt, or even hate. You didn't need to be a psychic to tell what she was thinking, "He's got a pretty big mouth for something so small." Claptrap, however, was not exactly functional in the social cues department. He was made to open doors, not enter fighting competitions without making enemies with the people working the desk. Claptrap read her expression as one of confusion, but was cut off before he could elaborate.

"Aren't you a little... small, to compete in the OCL?" She said. To her credit, one must be very professional to deal with someone like Claptrap and keep their cool. As if he was intentionally trying to push her, Claptrap scoffed loudly. 

"Excuse me, Ma'am, but I am 100% Hyperion designed and produced. I am equipped with the latest Vault Hunting combat software, revolutionary hardware such as a stair-climbing wheel, a chassis made of scrap metal and no less than 5% recycled human flesh and, of course, a shining personality that would put Handsome Jack to shame." 

If looks could kill, the woman at the front desk would have a whole nuclear arsenal at her disposal. Before she sent Claptrap out the door in multiple pieces, she had an idea. There was no way he would win the league, so if she just let him sign up the fighters would do the dirty work for her! She put on her best customer service smile and handed Claptrap a small pile of paper work. "Please fill these out and return them to me when you're done. Welcome to the fighting league." 

Claptrap took the paperwork and sat in, or to be precise, stood on a chair in the waiting area as filled it out, feeling rather proud of himself for swaying the woman like that with his unnatural charms. He would have to keep a hold on it next time, he could cause someone to do something really crazy with that kind of power.

Symbolism.

It has existed ever since the ancient times, developed and guided by the different religions and beliefs across the passage of time. Myths and legends have claimed beings and objects alike as their own. And often in the centre of it all, were animals. The symbolism of animals reaches across the void of time, holding within its grasp tales of feline, canine and vulpine alike.

Foxes were believed to be creatures of cunning, of magical prowess and trickery. Even then, they were seldom kept evil. Outfoxing the slow, but monstrously strong bear as well as the evil and voracious bear. The vulpine kin symbolises the victory of the intelligent over the strong and malicious..

And this, this is a tale of one such fox.