Aw man! Dean worked soooooooooo hard to get into the DL and his first opponent is a stinking, typical, uninteresting human. Where are all the golem fighters that Rebecca promised him?! He'd die to fight one of those! Oh well. She and Avril will be the ones that have to put up with him, not the rest of us. At least his first match is against a fellow gun enthusiast. Fortunate thing too, since there's not much else either of them can do in a fight. It'll be an old-fashioned duel at noon for this one, folks! Make sure you wake up early, since matinee tickets at the arena come with a free poncho to keep that blood splatter under control! As for Dean, hopefully there will be a golem waiting for him in the next round...
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We now transmit Executive Order #157898 of Esthar, from the desk of the President himself: "Hi there! I've noticed that morale seems down lately due to the monster invasion from the moon! Uh oh! To restore our spirits, let's prove Esthar's superiority by having a shootout with one of those cliche Young Men with a Strong Sense of Justice who inhabit those other RPGs! This Dean Stark fellow, aside from being an insufferable idiot on par with my daughter-in-law, is notably incompetent at hurting people with that popgun of his. Sounds like just the thing to get me riled up enough to go Rambo on him with Desperado! The supremacy of machine guns powered by spirit voices from the future over ARMs will be clear! President out."
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