As you're walking down a dark alley, gun in hand, you feel your pulse quicken in fear. There was a presence. Someone else was in that alley with you. During the midst of a world-wide war, the last thing you wanted was to be cornered in an unprotected place by an enemy. Or worse, what if it was an ally, and you accidentally shot each other in the heat of the moment?

Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach and your throat clenches closed. You can barely breathe. You're quite sure if you were to speak no sound would even come out. And yet you knew, just knew that you had to see who was waiting for you... what was waiting for you.

The sound of the gravel crunching beneath your feet echoes as you step closer to the unmarked, large garbage dumpster in the back corner. God damn it. Now he, or she so as not to seem sexist, or whomever was hidden on the other side knew you were coming. There was no more element of surprise here. Taking a deep breath, you think of your respective Godfather. He (or she, again, to be as respectful to women as possible) would want you to take this person down, whether or not you were killed in the process. You could do it, you knew.

Readying your gun, you jumped around the corner and immediately gasped in surprise... and horror.

A pile of dead bodies were dumped carelessly, bloodily, into little misshapen piles. All of them with their faces smashed beyond recognition. And there, standing in the middle of the wreckage...

Was a mother fucking fluffy unicorn.

Without warning it neighed at you, a magical, beautiful neigh (as unicorns were pretty damn magical and beautiful), before laughing in an almost human-esque way.

"Lolz mother fucker," it said, and you stared on in terror at it's ability to speak. "Dead end."

A grumble erupted forth from it's chest as it reared back on it's hind legs. The last thing you see is a flash of a golden hoof as it begins to kick the shit out of your face. Before long, you would become one of those bloody bodies.

What an absoloutely lovely storey :D

I got the crunch.

But the fart was un-unicorni-like.

But I felt special, I really did.

I'm sure we can all agree that the death of the unicorn is nothing but a good thing for all concerned.

Mutilated corpses, distinctive hoof prints left all over the place - sounds like something straight out of one of Colin's parties.

Yarrr! The Captain hears tale of a monster fitting the description of the one they call Colin exchanging a few doubloons for custom made hoof shoes down thar by the docks. Yo ho ho he be a scurvy dog that Colin.