01-04-2009, 05:53 PM
Brandon stepped quietly onto the school grounds, trenchcoat wrapped around his body, and hat low on his brow to hide his eyes. His rifle lay strapped across his back, and a military-issue duffel bag was held in his hand. He left a lot behind to come here. His meager friends, his broken family, his one true love. He promised them all that he'd come back to them on his war-torn homeworld as use what he learned to protect them.
He stepped up to the teachers, and looked the feline with the Dragon square in her eyes, ignoring the twin-tailed wolf next to him.
He stepped up to the teachers, and looked the feline with the Dragon square in her eyes, ignoring the twin-tailed wolf next to him.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
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Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.