He cocked the gun, blood dripping down his newly bought shirt. The man knew he had minutes to live. He pulled out a machine-gun from nowhere, and with a sudden movement, loaded the gun, and ran a risky run down the hallway. GAME OVER. Damn, i have no quarters left.
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2 responses so far ↓
lachiecalder // September 10, 2008 at 1:39 am |
Oh.
I didn’t expect that.
Well done.
leotheodore7 // October 12, 2008 at 11:14 pm |
This really gives a great picture. “blood dripping down his newly bought shirt.” but the ending is abit of a let down.