02-08-2009, 03:58 PM
Brandon stopped mere inches from receiving a rather nasty smack from the dragon's tail.
"Well, now what? We can't hit him!" Brandon said, breathing hard, running on adrenaline.
"...well, I do see that his tail's about waist level." The voice in his head pointed out.
"That'll work." Brandon replied, and ran back away from the dragon, then charged it, hitting the dirt and sliding under the massive tail.
"...now what?" Brandon asked.
"...I thought you were gonna keep on that "Brandon Smash" train of thought." The voice replied.
"Well, now what? We can't hit him!" Brandon said, breathing hard, running on adrenaline.
"...well, I do see that his tail's about waist level." The voice in his head pointed out.
"That'll work." Brandon replied, and ran back away from the dragon, then charged it, hitting the dirt and sliding under the massive tail.
"...now what?" Brandon asked.
"...I thought you were gonna keep on that "Brandon Smash" train of thought." The voice replied.
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.