The four of them stood there, eying their competition. Toaster holds up a single golden bullet, loading it into his gun before slamming the chamber shut. Egan_BW, the dimming light of the red sun behind them, counts their competitors again and again. ToonyMan, already holding both of his pistols, spins his guns with reckless abandon. Vector takes a more defensive position, holding their profile sideways with one eye on the other three.
A lone vulture caws in the skies above, circling the battlefield.
"We don't have to fight this. We can call me the Winner here and simply let the game go. We all won, after all." Toaster holds up his hands in clear, if somewhat mocking, surrender. "Nobody else has to die."
"Agree to disagree, Toasty. Can't let ya get away with that. Ya see, you and I know that this Win business ain't big enough for the four of us." Vector tilts their head. "I mean, why not just finish yourself off right here and now to save us the trouble?"
Egan_BW shakes their head. "Ah, c'mon, Veckle. You're telling me you want to play His game? That's just what he wants!"
ToonyMan stops spinning his guns. "Yeah, we don't need to play this game at all. I'm all for truce here."
Toaster nods in agreement. "See? Look at that. Happily ever af-"
A gunshot rings out. webadict steps out from a nearby building, holding a smoking gun. "I told you. There will be a Winner. You Chose this. You all did. No peace. No games. No nothing. We're CHOOSING A WINNER." webadict aims the gun at Vector. "Who are you shooting?"
Another shot rings out, this time from Vector. webadict falls. "You."
Egan_BW shakes their head. "See? We're good now. He's dead!" But Egan_BW only watches as the ToonyMan opens fire on Vector.
Vector sidesteps the first two shots as the third clips the edge of the building they hide behind. "Pretty quick to change your Tune."
"Obviously."
"Sure you wouldn't want to take out Egan_BW instead?" Vector fires back a few shots.
"Nah. I'm pretty sure they're not gonna fire at me."
"That's not true. I'll know exactly when the right time to strike is."
The other two participants look at Egan_BW. Egan_BW then reaches into their pocket before dropping all of their bullets on the ground. They move to pick it up, dusting the ground for the lost ammunition.
Vector hesitates a bit before shooting them.
"Wow."
"Oh, like you're any better?!" Two more bullets fly by, splintering the corner. Vector rolls out, firing every bullet they have.
Vector looks, perhaps incredulously, at the unharmed ToonyMan in front of them. ToonyMan, too, appreciates the lack of hits on him, patting his chest. "Huh."
And then he shoots Vector in the face.
Round and Game Over. ToonyMan is the Winner.