Today you’re the Stabwound Kid. It’s not that you’re particularly good with a knife, or that you did anything too embarrassing that people gave you the nickname for, like slipping and falling on a knife. You just asked people to call you that and they accommodated you.
It’s a bit of clever branding that’ll come in handy during a bank robbery today when a pair of guards say “He’s just got a knife! We’re safe here!” and point at you. Then you’ll pull out a revolver and shoot them both in the chest.
“Tell ‘em all the Stabwound Kid was here! Tell it to ‘em loud!” you’ll shout as you menace the bank staff with a pistol, watching carefully as they pack your new money into a burlap sack. Then you’ll nod at them as you leave because manners are important, and anyone who thinks they’re not is a real asshole.
Congratulations Stabwound Kid!
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