OOC: Oops, damn... out of ideas for a moment now. Ah, we'll see where its heading (half expected Maladric to pull a Snake in paradise scene) but excuse me if my writing fails me now. Oh and TSC, amends for the initiation.
Duke was in pain.
This was not unusual. The Duke had been shot at, halfway drowned, fallen from heights when his jetpack ran out, electrocuted, tramped around in lave, acid and radioactive goo, been bitten by sharks, have his brain been partly eaten out by little green gooy creatures. And then there were of course, the point blank explosions.
He was gonna get up now, any time.
HELLO
"wh....who the hell are you skullface?"
WELL THERE'S NO NEED TO BE RUDE.
"I'm having a bad day. So unless you have a beer, get lost or I'll use your face as a bowling ball"
WELL I WAS GOING TO BE NICE ABOUT THIS, BUT IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE A JERK ABOUT IT. YOU'RE DEAD.
"Huh, that can't be, I'm here"
WELL IT'S VERY COMPLICATED REALLY. YOU SEE...
Don't tell me you're gonna try to have a antropological discussion with him?
AND YOU ARE?
This guy's mind.
OH. HOW NICE TO MEET ANOTHER ANTHROPOFORMIC REPRESENTATION. HOW'S ...EUHM...LIFE?
awful. Do you know how long it takes to let this guy think a single thing not related to booze, sex or violence
NO, PEOPLE I DEAL WITH ARE USUALLY BEYOND THOSE CONCERNS.
Well, I can tell you he isn't. I'm just glad I'm rid of him.
ACTUALLY, I THINK YOU MIGHT HAVE TO GO WITH HIM TO HIS AFTERLIFE.
...what...?
WELL IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN EXIST WITHOUT HIS MIND CAN HE?
"Hell, he broke my shades. Nobody breaks my shades... and lives."
... (capital periods that is)
....
WELL ANYWAY, RULES ARE RULES I'M AFRAID.
It was then something went snap in Duke's mind's... euhm... mind. With a desperate grip, he grabbed the spirit of the dead Nikita.
I am NOT staying with this guy for eternity, DAMN IT
THIS IS MOST UNCONVENTIONAL
"I'll say, he's holding it wrong way pointed towards you."
Duke's mind turned the gun around
Duke's mind pulled the trigger.
"Say, I thought she was busted."
... *whimper*
*BOOOOOOOM*
moments pass
WELL BUGGER. ALL THE NAMES ON THESE HOURGLASSES ARE WIPED OUT. IT4LL TAKE AEONS TO GET THE ADMNISTRATION TIDY. AH WELL, NARRATIVUM I GUESS.
*cough, splatter* ah... yes... I...I won. I... won...
"so what's the deal now, am I alive or dead?"
Duke's question was answered when a foot connected with his bloodied ironhard six pack under his torn shirt. Thus having resolved his short stint of existential doubt Duke instinctively rolled over and kicked Snake in the face.
As the two figures were looking at eachother, Duke felt a loneliness. It was a strange feeling, that you miss something you never knew you had.
"Oh yeah. That poor Nikita. Remember baby, this one is for you!"
With that he aimed a booted kick towards Snake's crotch.
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