12-15-2008, 07:01 PM
Brandon sighed, as he swung his maul forward in an offensive posture.
"...luck runs out." He sighed inwardly.
"Oh, don't worry, fatty. If we wanted you dead, you would've been dead ages ago." The voice rang through his mind.
"Oh, so NOW you're going to help me." He retorted, "Where were you when I needed help talking to Daisy?!"
"Oh, fine. God, my vessel is not only fat, he's whiney as well." The voice said, "here, this'll make up for me not helping you engage in your carnal desires."
Like a storm passing through his body, he felt...different. He felt like a wolf...maybe an ox. All he knew, was, he felt like fighting, and found something dormant in him that gave him the dexterity to help him fight the dragon.
"Now, shut up, and make us look good for Daisy." The voice said.
"...luck runs out." He sighed inwardly.
"Oh, don't worry, fatty. If we wanted you dead, you would've been dead ages ago." The voice rang through his mind.
"Oh, so NOW you're going to help me." He retorted, "Where were you when I needed help talking to Daisy?!"
"Oh, fine. God, my vessel is not only fat, he's whiney as well." The voice said, "here, this'll make up for me not helping you engage in your carnal desires."
Like a storm passing through his body, he felt...different. He felt like a wolf...maybe an ox. All he knew, was, he felt like fighting, and found something dormant in him that gave him the dexterity to help him fight the dragon.
"Now, shut up, and make us look good for Daisy." The voice said.
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.