(( The incomparable Troy_Hickman has been giving out villainous Noms de Guerre, and gifted me with the wonderful name of "Mary, Queen of Shots". After googling quotes by Mary, Queen of Scots, I had to write the Queen of Shots' origin story. ))
"No more tears now; I will think about revenge."
--Mary, Queen of Scots
My name is.... my name WAS Margaret Quin.
Margaret Quin is dead. She died with her family and friends. She was killed, brutally murdered, by so-called heroes.
Heroes whose quest for fame and adulation leaves nothing standing. Heroes who just jog past muggings, thinking to let some newer, less famous hero do the dirty work.
My mother, Jeanette Quin (nee Hamilton) was killed by a mugger when a passing hero could have saved her -- but was in a rush to get someplace with "tougher" bad guys. My father was crushed by the falling wreckage of the monstrosity known as Paladin.
He had no way of knowing where the battle was taking place. He was fleeing the scene of yet another "heroic" struggle. Heroes did this.
I won't even mention my goldfish. Just believe me when I say that so-called "Fire Tankers" should be kept on a leash.
(( The incomparable Troy_Hickman has been giving out villainous Noms de Guerre, and gifted me with the wonderful name of "Mary, Queen of Shots". After googling quotes by Mary, Queen of Scots, I had to write the Queen of Shots' origin story. ))
"No more tears now; I will think about revenge."
--Mary, Queen of Scots
My name is.... my name WAS Margaret Quin.
Margaret Quin is dead. She died with her family and friends. She was killed, brutally murdered, by so-called heroes.
Heroes whose quest for fame and adulation leaves nothing standing. Heroes who just jog past muggings, thinking to let some newer, less famous hero do the dirty work.
My mother, Jeanette Quin (nee Hamilton) was killed by a mugger when a passing hero could have saved her -- but was in a rush to get someplace with "tougher" bad guys. My father was crushed by the falling wreckage of the monstrosity known as Paladin.
He had no way of knowing where the battle was taking place. He was fleeing the scene of yet another "heroic" struggle. Heroes did this.
I won't even mention my goldfish. Just believe me when I say that so-called "Fire Tankers" should be kept on a leash.
I've had it.
There is no turning back now.
There's no place to turn back to.
There's no one to meet me there if I did.
Now, it's just me and the heroes.
And my gun.
Goodbye, Maggie Quin.
Say hello to Mary, Queen of Shots.