Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-5583506-20190615161008

Shanks groaned. "Ugh, memory is not my strong side, redmop. But I reckon that it must have been shortly after he became the mayor of Goodneighbour, so I'd say 7 maybe 8 years. And that's still 8 years too many", he joked. "Before him there was this real mean piece of shit called Vic."

Shanks reached for another bottle. "He didn't like me. Not one bit. I took out a couple of his goons after they made one too many dog jokes in poor taste. Or maybe that was me? Either way, people died and Vic got mad. Something happened in-between there with Vic's men killing some stupid young lad who had just come wandering in from the Wastes thinking he would find sanctuary in a cesspit such as Goodneighbour. Then Hancock got mad because of that, raised a small army and sank Vic with company six feet under. I'd like to believe that I was part of his little coup d'état, but to tell you the truth I was drunk and in a really bad place at that moment and time, so I don't really remember much of it, even though the memory of that is certainly more clear than say 200 years ago."

Shanks emptied his final bottle in one sweep, a content and dazed canine smile appearing on his long snout. "I don't remember the exact details, but I know that my first encounter with that zombie was at the local bar. Hancock apparently came in to thank me for something I had done, and I still haven't asked what it was. I seem to recall I mistook him for picking a fight, and well... things escalated from there. We had a throwabout then and there. Punches to the left and right, broken ribs, nosebleed, fractured jaws. And the next thing I know we are sitting by the counter laughing; beer in hand, blood pouring from every orifice of our faces. I've been a regular and a welcome sight in Goodneighbour ever since, occasionally grabbing a drink with him whenever he's not pre-occupied with all that official business of his."

The dog-man chuckled. "That's how I got to know him. Now, I don't know what happened in that drunken rampage between us, but I am happy to call him my friend, as ugly as he may be. He arguably became somewhat prettier when he got that shrew Naomi on his arm to shapen him up. Now he only drinks half as much as he should. Heh."