Well, I'm stuck in the student lounge at college until 4:30 because I had a test and got out early.
I guess I'll write chapter 2 now.
The True Cost of Sexy Love
Still a Noir Romance
Still by Cthulhu
Chapter the Two
Duke 2.0 stood, and extinguished his cigarette. "Smoking kills," he said, "That makes two of us..." Making his way across the rooftop, he came across an air-conditioning unit. "This will do nicely" he muttered in a way that was still badass even if it wasn't cool and clever like most of the things he said.
Duke tugged at his left hand, pulling off a skin-colored glove. Under it was a gleaming metal claw, inhumanly strong, but somehow small and feminine. Looking at it, it brought back memories, memories of broken hopes and pneumatic face-punches. There was a flashback coming on, but I don't want to give it away so early. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait.
Using the glove's super-strength, he peeled away the covering of the air-conditioner and started pulling out machinery until he found a vent leading into the building. There were probably easier ways to go about getting into the building, but Duke was a Dwarf Fortress player. Dwarf Fortress players never take the easy route. He slid down into the vent, saying something really noir and witty, but it was drowned out by the air-conditioner around him. Oh well.
Meanwhile, one week ago; so actually not meanwhile, Duke was at Vester's Funeral. He wasn't crying, though. He was a man. Standing at the funeral next to him were Aqizzar, Toonyman, WorkerDrone, Janet, Itnetlolor, and all the other members of the weird little forum-clique we seemed to have develop. Cthulhu, was nowhere to be found, having not been seen since his out-of-control rollercoaster ramped off of a hill and flew into space.
Standing next to a picture of Vester was Jakkarra, giving the eulogy. "As we stand here to mourn our dearly departed Vester, let us not think of the bad, like how her thread quickly decayed into nonsense whenever she was missing for a day. Let us think of the good. She cared about those who requested of her, and always did a top notch job. She cared about puppies, and died trying to save one..."
Duke froze. He had told no one of the puppy. The only other witness was Cthulhu, and he was in space now. There was only one explanation. The revolver in Duke's vest (They were all wearing vests, as a sign of respect) seemed to twitch, hungry for vindication.
"You killed Vester, you bastard!" Duke shouted as he drew the gun and fired. The flying bullet hit Jakkarra in the chest! His heart was pierced! Like a sack of plump helmets he fell, blood staining the sacred ground. All was utterly silent, as Duke proclaimed his evidence, "No one knew Vester died to save a puppy! It was obviously a setup!" With immense effort, Jakkarra rose slightly and labored to speak.
"Y--You told me she died to save a puppy, Duke... Come on man..." He grew pale and collapsed on the ground, eyes glazing over.
Duke suddenly remembered, he totally did tell Jakkarra about the puppy. He mumbled "I, uh... I've got a doctor's appointment with the doctor... and stuff..." He quickly left the funeral.
Aqizzar stroked his iron stubble, "Who's gonna do the eulogy now?"
IS TO BEING CONTINUE