07-27-2010, 10:07 AM
Cowboy waved his paws, suddenly wincing at the fact that their private conversation didn't stay private.
"You don't understand. Around here, Humans by and large either are jealous of our kind, are afraid of us for one reason or another, or they just outright hate us. Over the years humans have tried using us as slave labor, killing us for our pelts, even trying to use us as a source of cheap food." Cowboy explained.
Duke shuddered at the thought, remembering his vow to never even touch a can labeled "MEET" again.
"But the worst of them are the members of the Bureau Of Secret Affairs. We call them Goons. Most of them Operate out of Area 51. They capture and do horrible experiments on Furrs who show any strange powers." Cowboy sighed.
"And some that don't." Duke butted in, nodding at Cowboy to silently urge him on.
Cowboy sighed, and seemed to relax. The fur on his right arm seemed to melt away, revealing a rather complicated bionic replacement. His right eye changed as well, the normally dull red glowing bright as the white turned into the same shiny metal as his arm. Though it went unseen, his right leg also decloaked, revealing it's mechanical nature.
"I was a soldier for a special squad during World War Three. I accidentally triggered a landmine in a field my Squad was going through. I should've died, but the Goons got ahold of me and sent me straight to Area 51 to get a second chance for the Army to use me....they turned me into a Heavy Assault Platform...I'm a Freak among outcasts now..." he said, the bitter memories flooding back to him.
"You don't understand. Around here, Humans by and large either are jealous of our kind, are afraid of us for one reason or another, or they just outright hate us. Over the years humans have tried using us as slave labor, killing us for our pelts, even trying to use us as a source of cheap food." Cowboy explained.
Duke shuddered at the thought, remembering his vow to never even touch a can labeled "MEET" again.
"But the worst of them are the members of the Bureau Of Secret Affairs. We call them Goons. Most of them Operate out of Area 51. They capture and do horrible experiments on Furrs who show any strange powers." Cowboy sighed.
"And some that don't." Duke butted in, nodding at Cowboy to silently urge him on.
Cowboy sighed, and seemed to relax. The fur on his right arm seemed to melt away, revealing a rather complicated bionic replacement. His right eye changed as well, the normally dull red glowing bright as the white turned into the same shiny metal as his arm. Though it went unseen, his right leg also decloaked, revealing it's mechanical nature.
"I was a soldier for a special squad during World War Three. I accidentally triggered a landmine in a field my Squad was going through. I should've died, but the Goons got ahold of me and sent me straight to Area 51 to get a second chance for the Army to use me....they turned me into a Heavy Assault Platform...I'm a Freak among outcasts now..." he said, the bitter memories flooding back to him.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
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.
