>>5349425Despite hosting skeleton guests of music festival proportions, it isn’t hard to locate the <span class="mu-g">SHOOTING RANGE–</span>the sound of gunshots, drunken cheers and exploding glass make for good guides!
Speaking of drunken cheers, you hear a few familiar voices long before you arrive–hiking up the hill with your drink firmly in hand, you find yourself looking at a long, winding row of folding tables with half-assed plank dividers separating each shooting station! Stuffed with loose cartridges, drinks, and weaponry ranging from medieval to modern day, the place strikes you as what an actual shooting range probably looks like, not that you’ve ever been, of course.
“<span class="mu-r">You humans sure do enjoy your weapons, don’t you?</span>” Nats observes as you watch a skeleton clad in colonial militiamen garb and a powdered wig eviscerate a hay target with a machine gun while his modern soldier buddies watch with pride. Guess they don’t care about penetration with a cement wall surrounding the whole place. Yea, you frown, taking another deep sip from your glass, got a <span class="mu-i">problem</span> with that, <span class="mu-r">COMMIE?</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Not at all! While I’d never wish harm on any of our friends, there’s something entrancing about watching humans kill each other with heavy weaponry… think it’s a demon thing.</span>”
“Yea, sure…” Mutters Ly with a hint of worry in his voice. “See anyone familiar yet, cupcake?”
Before you can respond, your answer presents itself in the form of a familiar film student unloading two even <span class="mu-i">more</span> familiar gaudy <span class="mu-g">REVOLVERS</span> into a hay target while roaring like a madman!
Yep, that’s Eddie alright.
Flanked by Art and Tucker, it takes you a moment before you recognize the duster-clad fogie watching disapprovingly from the side! Throwing range safety to the wind, you rush down the hill towards your dumbass friends and launch yourself (drink-included) into Marshal Burton’s side like a freaky raccoon-like torpedo!
<span class="mu-s">POP-POP!</span>
“Aw <span class="mu-i">HELL</span>...”
>CONTD. 