<spoiler=First I get lynched, next I get murdered. All after 7 death-free rounds. You guys love me>
In the darkest night, amidst the rooftops overlooking the town of Murderville, a man name Schizzy waits. An old man, but a man nonetheless.
He waits, and watches, because he knows. He knows, this night, death will come. He can feel it in his old bones. Especially that knobbly bit on his knee that goes all wobbly when danger is afoot. The closer the danger, the more wobbly it gets.
And wobble it did.
Schizzy cocked his Whippersnapper Shotgun.
Then he saw the killer.
Now, the thing about rooftops is that while they offer great vantage points, the tiles that make it are not glued to each other. They're just perfectly balanced on each other. It takes a person with good balance to stay on a rooftop.
And an old man with a wobbly knee as an omen of danger is not an example of person with good balance.
So when the killer stepped closer, Schizzy's knee wobbled so badly, the tiles slipped from under him, causing him to do a painful split and smash his groin onto the hard tiles.
Eyes crossed, Schizzy writhed in pain, before rolling off the rooftop into the abyss.
The killer could only stare dumbfounded at the spectacle.
Then he shrugged and went, "Meh. Whatever works."
Hope that entertains.
In the darkest night, amidst the rooftops overlooking the town of Murderville, a man name Schizzy waits. An old man, but a man nonetheless.
He waits, and watches, because he knows. He knows, this night, death will come. He can feel it in his old bones. Especially that knobbly bit on his knee that goes all wobbly when danger is afoot. The closer the danger, the more wobbly it gets.
And wobble it did.
Schizzy cocked his Whippersnapper Shotgun.
Then he saw the killer.
Now, the thing about rooftops is that while they offer great vantage points, the tiles that make it are not glued to each other. They're just perfectly balanced on each other. It takes a person with good balance to stay on a rooftop.
And an old man with a wobbly knee as an omen of danger is not an example of person with good balance.
So when the killer stepped closer, Schizzy's knee wobbled so badly, the tiles slipped from under him, causing him to do a painful split and smash his groin onto the hard tiles.
Eyes crossed, Schizzy writhed in pain, before rolling off the rooftop into the abyss.
The killer could only stare dumbfounded at the spectacle.
Then he shrugged and went, "Meh. Whatever works."
Hope that entertains.
