About: End of Waking Dreams Style

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An Entity of Type : owl:Thing, within Data Space : 134.155.108.49:8890 associated with source dataset(s)

He wears a black jacket with a black straight tie and a white undershirt. The twin pistols are in their holsters, and all is right with the world. He is alone. The man looks up, knows the man is there, hiding with a knife. He smiles, serenely, as if death holds no fear for him. The man in the suit simply smiles. "That depends entirely on where you are looking," he notes, blood dripping down his fresh shirt. He takes a form that looks like it couldn't defend against a mosquito, never mind an armed fellow. The man with a knife charges- Where did the suit go?

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rdfs:label	End of Waking Dreams Style
rdfs:comment	He wears a black jacket with a black straight tie and a white undershirt. The twin pistols are in their holsters, and all is right with the world. He is alone. The man looks up, knows the man is there, hiding with a knife. He smiles, serenely, as if death holds no fear for him. The man in the suit simply smiles. "That depends entirely on where you are looking," he notes, blood dripping down his fresh shirt. He takes a form that looks like it couldn't defend against a mosquito, never mind an armed fellow. The man with a knife charges- Where did the suit go?
dcterms:subject	Exalted
abstract	He wears a black jacket with a black straight tie and a white undershirt. The twin pistols are in their holsters, and all is right with the world. He is alone. The man looks up, knows the man is there, hiding with a knife. He smiles, serenely, as if death holds no fear for him. The one with a knife runs forward and stabs the man in the stomach, once, twice, three times, each time the hot blood pouring over the hilt, the wet, slick knife slashing through the Agent's guts. He staggers away, miraculously still alive, and throws multiple ineffectual punches. The one with a knife laughs. "I thought you Exalted were supposed to be tough!" The man in the suit simply smiles. "That depends entirely on where you are looking," he notes, blood dripping down his fresh shirt. He takes a form that looks like it couldn't defend against a mosquito, never mind an armed fellow. The man with a knife charges- Where did the suit go? The answering breath is whispered in his ear after he feels a blow impact the side of his skull, "Behind you..."

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