| Subject: Grenades, guns, and garbage men? |
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Drake McClellan
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Date Posted: 07:20:47 03/29/02 Fri
(OOC: Hello everyone! I'm the "new member" that our almighty Board Deity had mentioned. So hello, and on with the post!)
Drake slowly peeped his head out from behind the street corner. He was in an alleyway, cluttered with a few liquored up bums, and some empty cans of trash. He grasped his Colt .45 automatic pistol in both hands pointing down, his arms locked in a ready position to spring the gun to any level and pump any foolish person with a gut full of lead and a their own puddle of blood to drown in. He ducked back behind the corner after one of the so-called "garbage men" had looked his way. In fact these "garbage men" were part of some street thug gang that had connections to a thug crime lord who had a nice bounty of 50,000 woolong.
"Would you stop squirming!?" Drake whispered harshly as his jittery "partner, or as he liked to call him, human shield, shifted about with two Desert Eagle Pistols.
"We are definetly gonna blow em away, yea yea, definetly." Drake was obviously getting annoyed and since the gang of garbage men had started to leave he stepped back and pushed his lanky human shield forward.
Gun fire began erupting from the duel desert eagles that his partner was carrying. Two men from the garbage truck immediately jumped out with two bags, which they pulled two Ak-47's, that were definetely new illegal models.
His partner was immediately riddled with high caliber bullets, Drake could care less and jumped behind and empty trash can firing his .45 and nailing the garbage man on the right in the knee, causing him to fall painfully on his back. The garbage truck had nearly gone out of sight.
"god damn it!" Drake curzed, as he jumped out from the bullet riddledtrash can and fired his last 6 shots in the clip into the "garbage man's" right lung, throat and right below his left eye. Drake swiftly ran after the garbage truck, leaving behind the brutal scene.
Drake eventually moved off the route of the garbage truck and jumping his zip craft, Fire Spewer, that he had left in an abandoned parking lot. Racing low down the street with it he almost immediately, by extreme lucky, found the garbage truck. By his count at least 3 men were still in it. He was prepared to land in front of it to prevent from any damage to the other , now gawking, store owner's property. His mind was made up and about to make his move when the next two men lean out the window with one huge rocket launcher balanced on their shoulders.
"Shit!" Drake suddenly exclaimed, throwing his controls to the left, quickly dodging the missile. Angrily Drake opened fire with EVERYTHING he had. The fire lobs suddenly lighting the street and stores ablaze, his 4 chain guns ripping nearly everything in his path apart. He wanted to keep one of them "disgruntled garbage men" alive but lost his cool and completely obliterated the truck, the .50 caliber bullets mangling the truck and the fire lobs hitting the gas tank and completely destroying half the block.
"Damn it...I'm screwed..." He said to himself as he observed all the damage he had done. In the next hour he had 80,000 woolongs placed on his head.
(hope that was ok for my first post?)
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