Chapter 14
Silverliner moseyed along, casually summoning and uhh...un-summoning "gamefaqs" flash as he did so. He was not particularly hurried, for gamefaqs flash did all the hurrying for him.
GameFAQs Flash was indeed the most powerful weapon in this game, even more powerful than Occam's Razor. For example, he modified WiggumFan's boomxbox so it was constantly stuck on "in the air tonight", which was just a dick move for the sake of being a dick move. Minio's friends at the shelter for..uhh...kitten...spies (yep) had made Silverliner the favourite, but sadly favourites tend not to win b8b. That is why Silverliner will die at the end of this chapter.
Chronic's weapon was considerably more simple, but he was happy with what he had. He had been given a Revolver and a Machete, with which he could quite easily destroy all the b****es at close or long range. This was adequate for his needs, despite his "Chronic" backache (oh yeaahhhh).
Chronic was fine with his revolver, which had infinte ammo, but he had no accuracy with it, having had no prior experience wielding a gun. So when he came across a building with "firing range" emblazoned over it, he quite happily entered. In doing so he did not see Wigs, who was fiddling with his boombox, trying to make it play a different song. Wigs looked up when he heard the door open and shut but Chronic was already gone.
MisterSmartGuy had taken the back door, usually reserved for staff. He did not know what building this was, but he had heard noise from within, so he entered.
Chronic walked into the firing range in an entirely normal manner but he was quickly on tenterhooks as he heard noise down below.
mcflubbin was swearing viciously at his firing attempts. They were getting better, but only a mite better - certainly not good enough for him to survive long yet. He picked up his arrows and tried again to hit the target on the underground range.
Chronic took the stairs down, spurning the elevator for plot-based reaso-I mean, because he had claustrophobia. Sure, we'll go with that. Chronic opened the door and peeked inside. mcflubbin was standing with his back to him, concentrating on his next shot. Chronic smirked and raised his revolver in anticipation of the easy, early kill. He lined up the shot, cocked the weapon-
-and mcflubbin fired his bow and arrow. Due to an unfortunate DEM twist of fate, the arrow bounced off the wall and defied physics by reversing itself, while doing somersaults, towards Chronic. Chronic had been just about to pull the trigger but NOPE, he had to duck out of the way of the lethal arrow.
mcflubbin span around, saw Chronic and reloaded his bow, firing. Chronic, recovering from the surprise, quickly fired at mcflubbin in response.
The bullet and arrow hit each other, causing an explosion. They were sent flying in opposite directions as a result, and Chronic, having taken the brunt of it, hit the wall. The Revolver clattered out of his hand. mcflubbin held on to his bow and arrow and fired it at the sound of the impact. He missed, obv.
He continued to fire, panicking, having no idea where Chronic was. Every single shot missed. mcflubbin swore again, but his violent outburst became a whimper as Chronic emerged from the clearing smoke, singed and smoking slightly, but very much alive. Chronic had lost his revolver but he had his Machete, and he charged mcflubbin with it. mcflubbin continued to fire repeatedly but he simply could not hit Chronic. Chronic raised his machete triumphantly and brought it down in a horrific slicing motion, but mcflubbin managed to dodge just in time. He rolled out of the way, got up, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly a voice sounded in his head. "Use the force, mcflubbin," said Sir Cobain. mcflubbin nodded and fired, and the arrow hit Chronic full in the face. He expired.
mcflubbin breathed a sigh of relief, laughing slightly.
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