Death got pretty boring after the first five minutes of looking at the body, causing the crowd to disperse. They quickly came back to watch as the man who was just ran over by the truck began pushing it off the road and down a nearby alleyway.
"Yo! What metal do you be rocking? I can't see shit on you!" A man shouted from behind me after I finished pushing the thing. "No metal, Psionics." I replied, causing half of the people to look nauseous at the mention of space magic, while the others look on in fascination because... Space magic.
Wanting to get the attention of myself, I thought quickly and said. "So, seeing a crash like this can be pretty traumatic right? How about you all go and get a drink at the club? I'll let the first twenty people that are here and use the word bed-bug at the door in for free and have free drinks for the rest of the night on me."
