8 word "Firefly" based game

[Heathansson]

Mal was angry. Nobody wanted to talk to

[FabesMinis]

him about what happened on that gorram planet.

[The Eldritch Mr. Shiny]

The deal had gone south, as usual, and

[Heathansson]

his ship's engine needed some parts tremendous bad.

[Kruelaid]

With the money low and the Reavers on

[Heathansson]

the warpath, landing on the planet which their

[Kruelaid]

intuition warned them against, they took another stiff

[Tobus Neth]

from the freezer and shot it out of

[Heathansson]

the vent tube. "Is the weight down enough

[Kruelaid]

take on the latest loser passenger who's gonna

[Tobus Neth]

please me in ways to make Paris Hilton

[Kruelaid]

blush. Just then a Reaver warship came spiralling

[Mothman]

out of the black, and Jayne, who had

[Kruelaid]

been hitting the hooch all morning fell out

[Mothman]

of the bunk he had been sharing with

[Kruelaid]

a classic colt carbine and a sexy Asian

[Robert G. McCreary]

lithograph. "I ain't fightin' no gorram reavers!" he

[Heathansson]

exclaimed, as the carbine went off in his

[Robert G. McCreary]

hand, shooting through the deck above where Kayleigh

[Kruelaid]

was pressing her naughty bits against the vibrating

[Robert G. McCreary]

doctor. Suddenly, River walked through the hatch, screaming

[Heathansson]

as raw psionic power issued from her pulsating

[Robert G. McCreary]

heaving bosoms. "I'll be in my bunk," Jayne

[Beaver Cleaver]

said, breathing heavily, perhaps because of his near

[Valegrim]

death experience getting stabbed by that crazy

[Robert G. McCreary]

Alliance loyalist in a seedy dive on that

[Mothman]

last planet they had visited. “You just got

[Heathansson]

a new lease on life. Make it count,

[Robert G. McCreary]

'cause I ain't gonna be so forgivin' next

[Mothman]

time you near shoot Kaylee, understand?” said Mal

[Kruelaid]

"I've got no idea what you're talking about"

[Heathansson]

said Jayne. "I didn't shoot nobody. I didn't

[avidreader514]

even scare her. I wore my good pants."

[Heathansson]

Mal grimaced. He was allready in a bad

[Mothman]

man’s paradise, being surrounded by these nubile young

[Tarren Dei]

ships. Serenity seemed old in comparison. Nevertheless, he

[Heathansson]

liked the way she handled herself in a

[Kruelaid]

uncontrolled atmospheric entry after a catastrophic power failure.

[Heathansson]

Sure, she didn't look like much, but hell;

[Mothman]

neither did Wash, and look who he got

[Curaigh]

to go home with. Gorram some people just

[Heathansson]

get all the luck. Some guys get all

[Mothman]

hot and bothered when they catch Inara washing

[Kruelaid]

luggage, while others like to oil a classic

[Kruelaid]

carbine and kill the dicks who canceled Firefly.

[Valegrim]

com'on Mel, why we being soft on the
<Jane>

[Kruelaid]

Tv production execs, let's cut off their family

[Heathansson]

insurance benefits, and loot their 401k retirement plans

[Aberzombie]

right now. We can even use knives to