I'd arranged to meet Ronnie 'OMG' Delaney,

I'd arranged to meet Ronnie 'OMG' Delaney, my ex business partner & part time cockroach at the Leg o' Mutton on Lambs Conduit. He swung in wearing a leather trench coat & flat cap.

Ronnie 'OMG' Delaney bruskly ordered a gimlet. Grim, disheveled, hardened, he looked like a tombstone who'd had a nightmare.

Picture that. While you try to sort it out, Delaney's already on his second gimlet 'this time with a green olive dammit'. The bartender surreptitiously squishes a roach on the bar

and Delaney glares at the bartender. "You think you can hide that? I can see your whole life, even what you forgot." A tricked-out roach with glowtats tries to calm Delaney. "Hey,

at least you don't glow in the dark. Try searching for scraps under a black-light. See how long it takes before The Man squashes all of your best intentions." The roach's words

echoed all around, the cabinets and underside of the fridge grating them an anthropomorphic Power. They fell upon deaf ears, however, as his hapless listener instead chose

The chair that took his weight was crying out in pain, and the clock on the mantelpiece was glaring at him. The radio continued to belt out "Monstrosityas" as its gears burned out.

Was he this dark an individual? What colour was his aura? He had to find out, so he rang the nearest occult bookstore. His old friend worked there.

His old friend DEATH, who confirmed the aura was the colour of blurple, not dangerous at all. DEATH itself had the Darkest Aura, so he should know. He hung up, reassured.