Volnado and Shizaboom were sitting
in private box in the audience area of the tournament grounds watching two
teams fight each other in order to advance to the next round. Wainright
teleported into the box and took his empty seat. “The End of the World club is
on their way to the Planes of judgement and Torcano’s new toon is being griefed
over in Spirit Flats.” He explained to Volnado.
Volnado watched with a smile on
his face as the two teams fought bitterly against each other. “Set the Planes
of Judgement to run Judgement of the Soul. I want them out of this
competition.” He instructed.
Wainright nodded and then
teleported away.
Torcano crawled on the ground,
his legs below the knees were bloody stumps. His pistols no more than half a
body length away. He scrambled as fast as he could before a shot rang out, the
bullet knocking his pistols further away from him. He droped his face almost
into the dirt.
“Man that’s gotta be getting
frustrating huh?” Vrage asked sarcastically. You’re all super determined and
your weapons are so close.” He crouched down by the pistols in the dirt. “Come
on buddy, just a little bit further.” Vrage stood up as Torcano pulled himself
forward a few more inches. He pulled his pistol and shot Torcano twice in the
back. “But then disaster! You’re getting slower and slower, you haven’t gained
any skill points in almost an hour Torcano, all that precious time, gone. And
this is your second life this hour, if you die again you loose a half hour just
waiting to re-spawn.” He crouched down, his shadow looming over Torcano. He
stuck his gun in the gaping hole in Torcano’s back. “Aren’t you worried that
you friends will think you’ve abandoned them?” Vrage asked.
Torcano looked bored. “Grief all
you want Vrage, this is nothing more than a silly game.” Torcano admitted.
Vrage smiled. “Ahhh, the
justification of the natural born looser. Destined to beg at the feet of
winners for the remaining shreds of their pathetic little lives.” Vrange kicked
dirt in Torcano’s face.
Torcano wiped the dirt out of his
eyes. “You have serious issues dude.” He replied, pulling himself forward a few
more inches. Vrage put his boot on the back of Torcano’s neck and does a little
jump hop to kill him off.
Fifteen minutes later Torcano
faded back to life. Vrage was leaning against the railing of the old man’s
porch. “You’ve been able to re-spawn for five minutes now. D’j’ou make a
sandwich or something?” Vrage asked casually.
Torcano nodded. “I had the time
so I figured what the hell right?” He dropped his hand onto the handle of his
pistol.
Vrage looked at him with a smile
on his face. “What are you doing Torcano?”
Torcano tightened his grip.
“Finishing this quest.” He replied with determination.
Vrage laughed. “Oh sure, but not
till the Guild Wars are over.”
Torcano rolled his eyes. “Is that
what this is about?” He asked.
Vrage nodded. “Come on man! You
had to know I was being paid to babysit you like this.” He confirmed. Both of
them drew their weapons Torcano’s pistols were shot out of is hands cleanly. He
made a dash for them and Vrage caught him with a third shot in the shoulder,
which knocked him on his back. Vrage sauntered over and looked down at Torcano.
“All that time as Game Master sure didn’t
improve your play Style. Not going to be much help to your friends if you can’t
keep hold of your guns Torcano.” Vrage leveled the barrel of his gun right
between Torcano’s eyes. “Should remember something my daddy always used to
say.” Vrage’s statement was interrupted when a bullet tore through his chest.
Catching him completely by surprise and stunning him completely.
Sezario Stepped out of the heat
waves in the distance and slung his rifle over his back with one hand and
pulled a pistol from his side with the other. “A place for everything.” Sezario
said now standing over Vrage stunned on the ground. “And everything in its
place.” He finished while leveling his pistol at Vrage’s face.
“You’re dead meat noob!” Vrage
yelled, still unable to move.
Sezario smiled. “That’s going to
be a lot more threatening when I hear it again in ten minutes.” He pulled the
trigger and Vrage disappeared. He then turned his attention to Torcano a held
out his hand to help Torcano get to his feet.
Torcano took his hand and stood
up. “Thanks, I owe you one.” He said.
Sezario smiled and shook his
head. “No problem, I’m allergic to douche bags and he was messing with my
sinuses something fierce. You need to be long gone by the time he gets back.”
Sezario said nodding to the old man. Torcano nodded, picked up his guns, turned
in the quest and headed off into the afternoon heat waves in the distance.
