Another Monday Morning
You stride confidently down the street, leaving bloody footprints on the pavement.
People gawk at the man walking so boldy, his pistol in his hand...you stop, and strike a dramatic pose. You can practically hear a distant chorus sing 'Pistolerooo...Batman!'
You turn your head and see a mugging in process! Gadzooks! Zounds!
You roll (ouch, broken glass) into a crouch, aim the gun with both hands and take fire. The old woman being mugged lets out a wail and falls to the ground, her hand clutching a gushing chest wound, staining her shawl.
Oops...You were never all that good down at the range..
"Holy fuck!" cries the mugger, fleeing, dropping the purse as he runs.
You fire a few more shots after him, one cathing him in the ankle and he falls to the pavement.
"Please no!" He cries out as you finish him, one shot to the head (well really four shots, but one hit him).
Good job Crimefighter!
Sadly the police don't exactly agree and your shot down by a police sniper twenty minutes later. Oh well, at least they mention your name on TV.
Hi Mom!
People gawk at the man walking so boldy, his pistol in his hand...you stop, and strike a dramatic pose. You can practically hear a distant chorus sing 'Pistolerooo...Batman!'
You turn your head and see a mugging in process! Gadzooks! Zounds!
You roll (ouch, broken glass) into a crouch, aim the gun with both hands and take fire. The old woman being mugged lets out a wail and falls to the ground, her hand clutching a gushing chest wound, staining her shawl.
Oops...You were never all that good down at the range..
"Holy fuck!" cries the mugger, fleeing, dropping the purse as he runs.
You fire a few more shots after him, one cathing him in the ankle and he falls to the pavement.
"Please no!" He cries out as you finish him, one shot to the head (well really four shots, but one hit him).
Good job Crimefighter!
Sadly the police don't exactly agree and your shot down by a police sniper twenty minutes later. Oh well, at least they mention your name on TV.
Hi Mom!
