“Go fuck yourself” Rank Cynrid’s witty rejoinder.
She could see that this line of questioning wasn't going anywhere and tried a different tactic:
“Be reasonable; tell us where you got the money Cynrid” Goddard asked in as diplomatic a tone as she could manage, “you cunt”.
That ruined it.
So here's another episode of my nasty, irreverent, stupid medieval cop-show: 'Foresters'
It continues to follow three Lawmen as they go running after scum in Norman-Era Nottingham.
I've always wanted to write a 'bottle episode' - you know; where the characters are stuck in one location, they can't leave and tempers are running high. It happens often enough in real policing; just ask any custody Sgt.
I hope you'll find it as big and brash and dumb as the previous one, and it may feature at least one of the characters getting chewed out by their superior: the Reeve of Nottingham.
Oh, and for the record; I've never just found a finger in a custody suite.
Oh, and for the record; I've never just found a finger in a custody suite.
Episode 1 can be found in 'Sample Scribbles' over on the right.
Click here for episode 2 and enjoy, share, comment.
-Tom
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