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| The Addiction | Started by: ginst3rs on Nov 08, '07 16:33 |
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As you stand by the hotdog van eating a footlong with red sauce, you noticed a semi-naked man stumbling down the road. He has a bottle of whiskey in one hand and is waving a gun around in the other hand. The man is clearly drunk, but naked but for a pair of boxers? You have no idea what's happened to him, until you start to hear him rant and rave: The fucking dealer, oooo, swears to fucking god, amma amma shoot that bastarupppppp The man stumbles and throws his drink all over himself, you can't help but smirk. The man starts to head you way and before long reaches you. He gets down onto his knees and starts to kiss your shoes. Throughly embarrased you push him away with the underside of your shoe." Money pls mr sir,iree needs moneys so i can plays some blackjacks, imma get that motherfucker if its the last thing i do. Motherfucker imma shoot his head BANG BANG Two shots are fired into the air, and you notice some near by birds quickly depart the area. You hear several screams and start to feel abit anxious. The man stands toe to toe with you and stares at you. Hold on, you bastard, i seens you, your, your, ure that fucker dealer man. Ohhh, you bastard.Just another games, lucks shud changes Sir. Pfttttt The man spits at the ground. Before speaking once more. Me n u's mate. Right now. The man rolls his sleaves up and starts swaying from left to right. You are unsure whether its because he is drunk or whether he is attempting some sort of boxing stance. You reach inside your pocket and feel the calm stainless steel of your glock. You just laugh at the man. And then you notice him swing for you, almost in slow motion. His reactions are unbeleivably slow thanks to the drink. One swift blow to the stomach soon has the man on the ground. The man then begins to cry, softly. Im fucking broke, bar, i bets all my lifes moneys and belongings and all i'm left with is a dim-witted oaf of a bodyguard. I just can't take this no more. The man puts the gun towards his head. For some strange reason, out of all the other people in the world, you decide to be the "Good Samiritan." You usher down a small boy on the other side of the road and tell him to go and fetch a doctor. Someone to help with addiction. Several minutes later the boy arrives with a doctor. You and the doctor help the man to his feet, who is still sobbing silently. The doctor then leads the man off, presumably to a rehab centre of sorts. That is the last you ever hear, or see of man. Today was his lucky day. |
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