*victory tune*
Fold up my lawn chair and carry it back into my apartment. I'd say it's been a good day overall.
Content with your victory, you fold up your chair and head back inside. You step over one of the prone men and into the appartement building. Once you get to your place, you put your folding chair with the other folding chair you keep in the closet, and crash down on your comfortable sofa.
"Why should I get leave? I didn't even do anything."
Mop up the rest of the blood.
"I'd say beating up these two dudes isn't nothing. But hey, you can do whatever you please, almighty janitor. I think you might even get a payraise for this."You mop up the remaining floor as the security guy cuffs the ruffians. By the time the police arrive to take those two away, you've got the hallway so clean no one will even be able to tell anything went on here.
Bob thanks Cashier and moves straight to his home. Bob knew he will need some extra power very soon so he decided to get home and get his weapon ready. Baseball bat wont make much, so he decided to get gun after night faints
You make your way home, putting your two boxes of chewing gum in the kitchen. You grab your trusty basebal bat, but decide that it probably won't be enough. You put the baseball bat in a duffel bag and grab some money.
As it gets dark, you head out into the city in search of a better weapon. Your search leads you to a pawn shop in a seedy part of town, though every part is seedy nowadays. The guy who runs the pawnshop is behind bulletproof glass. You tell him you're looking for a gun.
"A gun eh? Been harassed by no good gangbangers no doubt. Anyway, all I have now is a 9mm pistol, a 357 revolver and a double barrelled shotgun. Take your pick."
You see that you have enough money to buy one of these guns.
Grab the rolling pin, and put the Chinese knife in my pocket, then unlock the door, and prepare to attack the woman.
There is no kill like overkill. You're pretty sure somebody important once said that. You grab the rolling pin and try to put the knife in your pocket. It's too big to put in your pants pocket, but you manage to slide it into the pocket of your hoodie.
You open the door and get ready to attack the woman. Your barbaric yell is somewhat wasted, however, since all that remains is an empty hallway. They seem to have left a card at your door. The card has gold edges. It reads.
"You have been marked by the disciples of Sir Skellington. Your violations will not go unpunished. Either come ask for forgiveness at the following adress or face our retribution.
~~The Skellingtons~~"
Kick the gentleman I'm fighting in the balls.
[5] vs [3] The gentleman goes in for another punch, but you manage to twist away enough that it lands on your shoulder instead of square in your face. The guy reels for another and you seize the oppertunity. [6->6] Before he good and well knows it, you've twisted around like some demented Bruce Lee on speed and kick him right in the nuts. He goes flying ass first for about 3 meters until he lands with a hard smack on the pavement. He curls up into a ball and just quietly cries and whimpers. Your spin was rather too violent though, and you spin out of control and fall to the pavement as well. You manage to fall just right and don't really hurt yourself.
Night had fallen over the city. Our impromptu heroes have withstood its tricks and vanquished some minor evils. Dawn approaches, but darkness still lingers in the corners of the megacity, waiting for its chance to strike again.
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