Sentence Starters Taken From Sergio Leones A Fistful Of Dollars (1964). Adjust As Needed.

𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 sentence starters taken from Sergio Leone’s A Fistful of Dollars (1964).  Adjust as needed.

❝  get three coffins ready.  ❞ ❝  i am getting tired of these killings.  they must stop.  ❞ ❝  in my opinion you’d make a fine pallbearer.  ❞ ❝  it’s strange ,  how you always manage to be in the right place at the right time.  ❞ ❝  everybody here has become very rich ,  or else they are dead.  ❞ ❝  ghosts are better left where they are.  ❞ ❝  i hope you rot in hell.   ❞ ❝  may you die spitting blood.   ❞ ❝  we spend our time here between funeral  &  burials.  ❞ ❝  things always look different from higher up.  ❞ ❝  life can be so precious.  it’s foolish to risk losing it every minute.  ❞ ❝  you are without a job ,  &  you don’t have any money to pay what you owe me.  ❞ ❝  now, old fool, loosen up your tongue.   ❞ ❝  me right smack in the middle ?   mm-mmm ,  too dangerous.   ❞ ❝  his big mistake ,  i think ,  was getting born.  ❞ ❝  that’s all very cozy ,  but i don’t find you men all that appealing.  ❞ ❝  i’d like to know where we are going ,  or is it a secret ?  ❞ ❝  i’m a woman who’s rich enough to appreciate the man that my money can buy.  ❞ ❝  you are behaving like a stubborn idiot.   ❞ ❝  you will get rich here ,  or you will be killed.  ❞ ❝  i want law  &  order in this place.  ❞ ❝  i don’t think it’s nice ,  you laughin’.  ❞ ❝  a bullet in the back ,  eh ?  &  it’s ended ?  &  what happens if your hand should tremble slightly ?  ❞ ❝  why aren’t you sleeping ?  ❞ ❝  i want to see for myself how you’re going to get yourself in trouble.  ❞ ❝  i’ve decided to hang my gun up on the wall.  ❞ ❝  if you don’t mind doing a little killing ,  you’ll have no trouble finding someone eager to pay you.  ❞ ❝  well ,  i never found home that great ,  but let’s go.  ❞ ❝  get up close to it  &  take a little look at what’s in it.  If they fire at you ,  you know it’s gold.  ❞ ❝  you look as though this place suits you very well.  if you go on like this ,  you will soon be here permanently.  ❞ ❝  you see ,  there was once a wagon load of gold the soldiers were taking to the border.  ❞ ❝  when a man’s got money in his pocket he begins to appreciate peace.  ❞ ❝  i have to tell you some news that’s very bad.   ❞ ❝  you shoot to kill ,  you better hit the heart.   ❞ ❝  if you want any work ,  looking like that ,  you could try being a scarecrow.  ❞ ❝  if you’re thinking what i suspect ,  i tell you ,  don’t try it.  ❞ ❝  you mustn’t do the thinking.  let me think instead.  ❞ ❝  tell me ,  is that the way you go to bed every night ?  ❞ ❝  i arranged for the bodies to be lying as if both companies killed each other.  ❞ ❝  the dead can be very useful sometimes.  they’ve helped me out of tough spots more than once.  ❞ ❝  sorry ,  but when a husband finds a man in his wife’s bedroom ,  you’re never sure how he’s gonna react.  ❞ ❝  in a week you’ll be back in shape ,  you can get out  &  do whatever you want.   ❞ ❝  eating  &  drinking  &  killing.  that’s all you can do ,  just like the rest of your kind.  ❞ ❝  there’s money to be made in a place like this.  ❞ ❝  now what do you suppose they’re carrying in that coach ?  ❞ ❝  i saw the whole thing.  you killed all four of them.  ❞ ❝  you want to get rich ,  huh ?  well for that you’ve come to the right place ,  if you use your head.  ❞ ❝  you said you didn’t have any need for me anymore.  ❞ ❝  i told you i wasn’t cheap.  but i think you’ll find it’s worth your while.  ❞ ❝  i don’t like to take money unless i feel i’ve earned it.  ❞ ❝  it’s not really easy to like something you know nothing about.  ❞ ❝  is it possible ,  old fellow ,  that you’ll never be able to reach any conclusions on your own ?  ❞ ❝  if we’re not gonna bury them i would like to know what we will use them for.  ❞ ❝  when a man with a pistol meets a man with a rifle ,  the man with the pistol will be a dead man.  ❞ ❝  i think you will find this more amusing than cards.   ❞ ❝  any town that sells guns  &  liquor has gotta be a rich one.  ❞ ❝  you’re finished playing the smart boy.   ❞ ❝  i got it by first using my head.  No one can resist two barrels of wine.   ❞ ❝  here you can only gain respect by killing other men.  ❞ ❝  when i see you staring like that ,  it bothers me.  ❞ ❝  we’ve had too many killings.  ❞ ❝  remember.  they died fighting among themselves.  ❞ ❝  somebody has to run the place.  every town has a boss.  ❞ ❝  close up this place  &  come with me.  ❞ ❝  it’s not smart to go wandering so far from home.  ❞ ❝  i want to warn you that those murderers will make a corpse out of you one day.  ❞ ❝  i hear you’re hiring on men.  well i might just be available.  ❞ ❝  this is all very ,  very touching.  ❞ ❝  i gotta tell you before you hire me ,  i don’t work cheap.  ❞ ❝  you mean you don’t admire peace ?  ❞ ❝  you’re too smart to be just a hired fighter.  ❞ ❝  leave here immediately.  i will forget about what you owe me.  ❞ ❝  you just keep your eyes open  &  your wits about you.  ❞ ❝  i get the wrong idea only when it suits me.  ❞ ❝  a man’s life in these parts often depends on a mere scrap of information.  ❞ ❝  i knew someone like you once.  there was no one there to help.  ❞ ❝  that won’t break my heart.   ❞ ❝  you’d like to prove me wrong ,  wouldn’t you ?  ❞ ❝  at most ,  you will only succeed in being killed.  ❞ ❝  that was a fine idea that you had.  what was it again ?  ❞ ❝  are you changing your profession ?  if you want to go on living you’d better.  ❞ ❝  they want nothing more than to live in peace.  ❞ ❝  down by the river.  have a look at some corpses down there.  ❞ ❝  i am alive ,  &  i want to remain with the living ,  understand ?  &  when i’m dead i’ll want to remain with the dead  &   i would be unhappy if somebody living forces me to remain with the living.  ❞ ❝  dead men can’t talk.  ❞ ❝  the way they killed the men at the house ,  there must be a lot of them.  ❞ ❝  no matter what they do to him ,  he won’t say a word ,  even if it means his life.   ❞ ❝  never saw a town as dead as this one.  ❞ ❝  are you sure that nobody has seen us ?❞ ❝  by the way ,  you’ll have to mark this up.  ❞ ❝  when you want to kill a man you must shoot for his heart.  ❞

Life was a blur due to her lifestyle. Despite always going for the highest bounties with a famous catchphrase of ‘I don't get out of bed for less than $3000’ (which was only partly true), she wasn't collecting the money to settle. Most of the time she didn't even sleep in hotels, saloons but out in the desert instead. Money was spent spoiling her horse (Akhal Teke being a high maintenance breed) with quality grains, good equipment, if she liked something she bought or commissioned it and simply gave away what wasn't needed. Tipping mariachis, paying more than supposed when she felt the business owner is struggling, generously paying prostitutes even if she didn't sleep with them; acts of kindness everywhere. And it was natural to do so: those people needed money and she could always hunt down an another criminal to get paid a small fortune.

Karma was always fascinated by heartbeat, how a simple muscle kept someone alive, how the pulse spiked in certain situations. She loved to listen, to kiss and nibble at pulse points, as time went on stronger the strange craving became. His heart sounded like thunder, like a hundred men marching and she was lost in the sensation, only realizing what transpired when it was quiet. Too quiet. She had taken his life without intent and a weapon; her horror only heightening upon feeling her previously stiff joints work like a freshly greased machine.

She doesn't remember when she stopped aging. Doesn't remember when the shadows' whisper became audible words. When she started seeing things no human eye could. She only knows when her human time is about to end because she is cursed with a feeling of withering away alive, an unquenchable famine soothed only by an another life. It is usually drained by prolonged physical contact or through a deep emotional bond, the latter getting more rare since Karma figured out it also counts.

She can take by her usual means, it took a while to master. While otherwise immortal, she still can be wounded, the healing can be sped up by the process she reserves as last resort, the ability so strong to be able to fully restore her vitality even if the wound is fatal. Karma also can give. She doesn't fully understand how her curse sometimes can act as a gift, healing others similar way she would've taken their life.

Because of her bond with Villám, both the curse and the life force she takes is transfered into the horse as well, her weapons also tainted by it. More she was forced to take, more her appearance changed till her hair became bone white, eyes emitting an unsettling light in darkness, lips permanently tinted black. People began to whisper about a legend, an immortal gunslinger haunting certain places even into the 21st century. They say, unlike in the Bible, Death rides an oil black horse.

Karma has been dead in a way since she was accidentally fully given the Blessing of Death when trying to heal her from a deadly illness; one of the most powerful curses from an ancient coven originating from Mesopotamia worshipping Nergal, God of Death, Pestilence and Plague. Karma doesn't have a soul but a perfectly balanced essence between what divinely deemed good and bad. A true neutral. The hollow feeling during her first life was kept at bay by the constant adrenaline, risky behavior and sex. But her time had ran out and getting close to being done, the curse defends itself by hungering for an another life.

With her abilities sharpening, she also began to hunt the harmful supernatural entities as well as humans. Ghosts, ghouls, creatures from folklores; which one of them wouldn't leave when Death herself asked them to? And if they don't, well, her quickdraw only became more faster and lethal with the weapons absorbing her powers. Being around supernatural creatures cause her own features to surface even more: her sclera tainted dark poison green, ability to manipulate and transform into shadows or even the unique ink black and seafoam green decaying mist, move, shoot faster than sound & even curve the shot.

She cannot take a demon's life passively to add it to her existence, while she lacks a soul she doesn't need it, yet the victim must have one for her to be able to sustain herself. Trying to perform it on, let's say a vampire would feel like running into a wall, the channels of life flow are blocked/protected from her touch. But not from her bullet.

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What kind of love are you?

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

As a result of being almost constantly exposed to gunfire, Karma suffers from hyperacusis which is a reduced tolerance for sounds. She has difficulty holding conversations, staying in loud places for too long because every sound merges into one distorted noise, causing her headache and messing up her otherwise sharp senses. On top of that, her hearing has always been great as she was/is a bounty hunter and wasn't looking for finding herself on the wrong end of a barrel.

She almost always speaks softly, calm; cold even when angry. Rarely raises her voice, let alone shouts; mostly hisses loudly in irritation if her horse isn't near. When she does shout/yell, it is probably due to being overwhelmed by noise she can't stand anymore. Or someone managed to piss her off to a level of no coming back