Whiskerino 2009

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  • posted: December 17 @ 2:10pm
The shot rang out suddenly, without warning. The resident crumpled, his chest now marred by the hole of the bullet. The intruder was already moving on.

He paused, looking back behind him. It was unfortunate, but he didn't feel any remorse. He came here looking for a very specific item; he knew he wouldn't leave without it. And so he blew the last traces of blackpowder smoke off the barrel and tucked it away.

It's a dirty job, he told himself, but it needs doing. And there was nobody who could do it but him.

Comments

Brian says:
Are you pulling your pants up?
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:11pm -
Brian says:
wait... I don't want to know.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:11pm -
Brian says:
Seriously ... great theme. I enjoy reading your captions.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:13pm -
mu says:
is that plywood or a mattress?

And a slide projector? That's a slide projector isn't it? Those are rare, I understand why you did it now.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:26pm -
mattyc says:
you are suppose to die...now someone else.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:33pm -
jclutch says:
nicely played!
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 2:55pm -
Dschonn says:
Well at least someone's dead in the picture.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 4:00pm -
Ula O cealleigh says:
its very threatening :/ :o
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 4:23pm -
miguelito says:
Sooner or later God'll cut you down.
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 4:44pm -
chadmcclarnon says:
haha what @dschonn said
Posted: Dec 17th, 2009 - 5:38pm -
Site closed!
Whiskerino. fin.