Post by crashrevolver on Dec 29, 2011 16:38:27 GMT -5
A man in a dark trench coat walks into a little bar on the edge of the wasteland. He walks up to the counter and asks for a whiskey. The man behind the counter looks at him kinda funny, because not many people came around these parts, but he gets the man his drink. The man in the coat grabs his drink and downs it real fast. He takes another, drinking it with equal speed. He is about to buy another, but some square looking guy sits down next to him and
says the drink is on him. The man in the coat asks what he wants from him, all he says is he wants a story. The man in the coat looked like he had seen a lot, maybe even too much. He looked old, hard, but you could tell he wasn't out of his thirties. The man in the coat decides there wouldn't be any harm in telling him, so he starts up.
"Long time ago, there was this kid. Name was...Crash. Now, this kid was angry. Real angry . And impulsive. Real impulsive . Some pigs took his family, long while ago. Kid was tired. Not sleepy, just tired. Tired of the wasteland, tired of lying to himself , telling himself he could have a life. Tired of running . Tired of bullshit . Kid grabbed a belt of knives, his guns, and he left. He walked out into the desert, under the beating sun. He walked for a long, long time, looking for something to take his anger out on. Came across some Dracs, hanging around an old Diner. He walked up, no emotion, Dracs were kinda confused. There were about three of 'em, not well equipped. Kid
walked up to one, sized him up, and stabbed him six times in the gut. One of ' em who was sittin across the room hurled a chair at the Kid. Big mistake. Kid ducked under it, and in return threw a knife in his direction, which lodged itself in his skull. Last Drac was hiding under a table, gun in his shaking hand. Kid walked up, put his arm around him, told him not to be scared, and dug his knife deep into the back of his neck. As the Kid walked away from the place, he saw a few more roll up on bikes. They had been out looking for a kill, too. Kid drew his guns and shot two down, their bikes colliding and exploding, sending another Drac high into the air. The remaining two hop off their bikes. One has a chain, starts swinging it. The other one pulls a gun, shoots the kid in the arm. Kid winces, then laughs. He puts a bullet in his head, and the chain Drac starts running at him. He swings low, Kid jumps, kicks him in the jaw. Drac falls, he is stunned. Kid grabs his chain, wraps it around his neck, and pulls tight. Kid walks away from the bodies, takes a bike, and drives off. He comes across a white van. There are some elite lookin guys standing around it. They see him, one instantly pulls a gun and shoots the Kid. Kid falls off his bike. The elites think he is dead. The one who shot him walks up, turns the body over. Kid ain't dead. He grabs him by the throat and throws him down, then steps down hard on his head. The rest of the elites, about 12 of 'em, pull guns. They start shooting. Bullets rip at the kid,
pulling his limbs in horrible ways. They stop firing, Kid's had enough. Kid takes a step, takes another, then collapses. On his knees, full of bullets, kid looks up into the sun and thinks, " damn...I wonder if penguins have to deal with this shit." Kid laughs at it, then frowns. Time's up . He falls face first onto the sand, blood pooling around him. As he lay there, crumpled, he says his final goodbye to the world. He lifts his hand with what strength he has, and raises his middle finger at the elites. One more round of bullets. Kid is gone..."
The man in the coat looks at the square looking man, laughs, and leaves. The square had this look on his face. He knew that Kid. He killed that Kid.
says the drink is on him. The man in the coat asks what he wants from him, all he says is he wants a story. The man in the coat looked like he had seen a lot, maybe even too much. He looked old, hard, but you could tell he wasn't out of his thirties. The man in the coat decides there wouldn't be any harm in telling him, so he starts up.
"Long time ago, there was this kid. Name was...Crash. Now, this kid was angry. Real angry . And impulsive. Real impulsive . Some pigs took his family, long while ago. Kid was tired. Not sleepy, just tired. Tired of the wasteland, tired of lying to himself , telling himself he could have a life. Tired of running . Tired of bullshit . Kid grabbed a belt of knives, his guns, and he left. He walked out into the desert, under the beating sun. He walked for a long, long time, looking for something to take his anger out on. Came across some Dracs, hanging around an old Diner. He walked up, no emotion, Dracs were kinda confused. There were about three of 'em, not well equipped. Kid
walked up to one, sized him up, and stabbed him six times in the gut. One of ' em who was sittin across the room hurled a chair at the Kid. Big mistake. Kid ducked under it, and in return threw a knife in his direction, which lodged itself in his skull. Last Drac was hiding under a table, gun in his shaking hand. Kid walked up, put his arm around him, told him not to be scared, and dug his knife deep into the back of his neck. As the Kid walked away from the place, he saw a few more roll up on bikes. They had been out looking for a kill, too. Kid drew his guns and shot two down, their bikes colliding and exploding, sending another Drac high into the air. The remaining two hop off their bikes. One has a chain, starts swinging it. The other one pulls a gun, shoots the kid in the arm. Kid winces, then laughs. He puts a bullet in his head, and the chain Drac starts running at him. He swings low, Kid jumps, kicks him in the jaw. Drac falls, he is stunned. Kid grabs his chain, wraps it around his neck, and pulls tight. Kid walks away from the bodies, takes a bike, and drives off. He comes across a white van. There are some elite lookin guys standing around it. They see him, one instantly pulls a gun and shoots the Kid. Kid falls off his bike. The elites think he is dead. The one who shot him walks up, turns the body over. Kid ain't dead. He grabs him by the throat and throws him down, then steps down hard on his head. The rest of the elites, about 12 of 'em, pull guns. They start shooting. Bullets rip at the kid,
pulling his limbs in horrible ways. They stop firing, Kid's had enough. Kid takes a step, takes another, then collapses. On his knees, full of bullets, kid looks up into the sun and thinks, " damn...I wonder if penguins have to deal with this shit." Kid laughs at it, then frowns. Time's up . He falls face first onto the sand, blood pooling around him. As he lay there, crumpled, he says his final goodbye to the world. He lifts his hand with what strength he has, and raises his middle finger at the elites. One more round of bullets. Kid is gone..."
The man in the coat looks at the square looking man, laughs, and leaves. The square had this look on his face. He knew that Kid. He killed that Kid.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.