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Game 2 Outline |
You reach for your pocket to pull out your handy-dandy Social Security Card and your Driver's and Hunting Licenses in hopes of deterring this ultra left-wing maniac who is now advancing on you. However, you encounter two strange objects on the way. You hastily glance down. Six-shooters! The Liberal only now notices that you are armed and cringes in fear, hoping that they won't jump out on their own and plug him. You pull a cigar from an alligator-skin pouch and light it, sticking it into your mouth. You aren't really inhaling, it just looks neat.
You squint your eyes, staring hardly at the liberal, toss the cigar to the other corner of your mouth with a deft undulation of your lips, and place your palms on the handles of both guns. A catching sentence comes to mind, and you grit your teeth and say, "go ahead: make my day." The liberal regains momentum and starts trotting at you with a wild look on his warped visage...
Written by Hypogryph