Noid slowly walked out drunk and sad, little tiny tears running down his red suit. His ears not in their usual perky upright position, but instead flopping along behind him.

"You try... you try and be a good person."

The tears continued to flow. He was a broken man at this point but he wouldn't allow that to stop himself from continuing on with the speech that he had written for his lost brother. Mister Owl. What a majestic beast was he, fluttering above in the cool nights air. Now he fluttered no longer, instead he was even higher than before; in a place called Owl Heaven.

"There was a man, nay... a creature of majesty. MrOwl, he had done nothing but attempt to do what was best for his city and this is how they repay him?"

Picking up a large bird corpse he threw it into the air as if to hope it would spread its wings and fly, but instead it did nothing but flop back down to the ground in a disgusting display of gravity. A cold and wet splat could be heard as he smashed into the ground directly in front of the Noid and tears begun spilling once more.

"Should a pro lead to a death? Especially in times of war? It wasn't asked for, but it was... it was... oh god."

Shoveling up the carcass he held it into his arms and weeped, hoping that someone else would come and break the awkward silence that now befell the streets.

Looking for a recently shot bird corpse, Plague_Doctor found it being thrown in the air by a strange man groveling about pro shots. He decided to speak up about the question.

”Pro shots are like crew invitations. If you want one, you ask for it and possibly start up a conversation with the sponsor giving them. If the sponsor just blatantly invited everyone they saw, they would be seen as an irresponsible douchebag and probably have their rights stripped away.”

”Pro shots are the same way. You ask if someone wants one. You don’t simply take out your gun, point it at someone who is unknown to your intentions, and then pull the trigger. Anyone with the right mind will take that a threat to kill them, family or not. So naturally, they’ll shoot back.”

”Don’t try to twist an irresponsible occurrence into an overarching question referring to the masses, capiche?”

Plague_Doctor left the man in the shadows.

Noid ignores everything the man says who just came up to speak, still too shaken up with grief.

"I disagree with everything you've just said."

Pulls a gavel from out of his pocket, slowly he taps a few times at a desk which has appeared before him. Looking at Ghus with the contempt of a thousand angry bulls all looking at a red shag carpet.

"Over..."

"...RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULED."

He was taking control of the situation. No one would tell him that MrOwl died for a good reason, the poor bird was as innocent as they come and on the front lines of the war handing out protection. Truly his death was a terrible occurrence and perhaps now Chicago would even win without having to take on the fearsome foe.

"If anyone else comes out here to disagree with me. Don't. This is a debate, but one where I'm right. Please show respect to that when you have something to say. That's all that I ask."

Setting the gavel down on the desk, he frowned while he remembered the great times that he had with his older brother MrOwl. Ohhhhh... the wounds were still so fresh.

”Don’t try to twist an irresponsible occurrence into an overarching question referring to the masses, capiche?”

Is about the best sentence to some up the situation...I also like to stick to certain rules the main one being

Rule 1 - Don't be an idiot.

It's sum, not some. You're not allowed to call anyone an idiot, especially not a gentle soul such as MrOwl. Please go.

I would like to ask everyone to refrain from speaking in this debate unless you,

1. Agree with me.
2. Don't mix up your words.
3. Aren't Desmond or Plague_Doctor.

I welcome everyone else to come and mourn the loss of MrOwl with me. I will be holding a funeral at midnight tonight, please supply your own food as I will not be serving anything after BigChungus ate all of my snacks before dying himself.

Yes I am one for muddling my words that has never been in debate it's one of my many traits they also include

1. Living longer than owls

2. Not skeet shooting and crying pro

3. Always bring my own food to funerals (pocket munching for the win)

Wrong. You lost, you made a terrible error.

I've won. Please, step aside and let the people who agree with me come flooding in now.

Stroking MrOwl's now matted hair, the tears begin to flow yet again. Desmond had entered his safe space and was being quite rude about this whole thing. It was terrible. Just terrible. But, any second now someone would appear in his defense. The silent masses were just taking their time arriving.

I will leave you and that ball of fur in peace now I will see you at the funeral, I will clear the streets of pedestrians as i go for the pending stampede of mobsters on route to jump to your defense.

And tonight we shall bury the big eyed bullet filled MrOwl.

I have been told that everyone who has proved will pro or is even thinking about proing will die. 

BUT I DISAGREE WITH THIS

No more proers should die. End this war. Save the proers. 

No more proers should die. End this war. Save the proers. 

No more proers should die. End this war. Save the proers. 

You know what, Facebooks? What you've just said really opened my eyes a lot and I think that you have a good point here and there, but let me help you fix that up a little bit. Sometimes proers must be dealt with, as this is the way of things, but other times when the deed is so great and the person is so strong and important... you just have to let them live.

I knew a bird like that. His wings so full and strong, his feathers a bit dark but not too dark, and his eyes as sharp as the tip of a spear. He was a creature of many words, each more important than the last and his truth spoke to everyone. He was a leader, but also more than willing to be a humbled follower. He taught and learned all the same. This was the type of bird that you would be proud to call your friend and he would repay you tenfold with his loyalty.

His eyes welling up a little bit, Noid fought on bravely and continued his speech.

He... he was the type of... he was...

Tears flowed freely once more. Recalling a day at the beach where they both ran alongside one another in the sand with the ocean relaying a wonderful backdrop to the scene, it was all taken from him so abruptly. His little, sweet Owl. Only wanting to pro and help his city, and yet being told he could not.

NO MORE PROERS SHOULD DIE.

END THIS WAR.

SAVE THE PROERS.

The Noid was on board with the message now completely.

NO MORE PROERS SHOULD DIE.

END THIS WAR.

SAVE THE PROERS.

chants

Did I enter the twilight zone?

Sorry, DanceMonkey. This debate is no longer going on.

Everyone is at MrOwl's funeral now, I can show you where it is if you'd like?

At this point, I can only suggest that people switch to blowing bubbles rather than blowing people up. It spreads far more joy and makes way less of a mess.

That being said, if no one shoots the pro'er, their population will go out of control. Unfortunately, we have to shoot some to allow the rest of them to eventually find a shelter somewhere and maybe even grow into majestic werewolves frolicking under trees. Beautiful story, truly. 

Jezza walks down the street and hears some nonsense about not shooting proer's and thinks to himself that's something James May would come out with..

"Are you James in disguise? of course proer's should be shot, how else do you win a war"