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>be a bubby, ruzader, altventurer, Adolf Hitler, YAGOO, whatever
>You decide to visit Goldbullet
>But where the fuck is Goldbullet?
>After no luck searching for him in the ARMIS tavern OR the other boys' beds, you go outside and see tire tracks from his camper
>You follow the winding trail, trusting that it will lead you to the sniper eventually
>You find his camper parked in a discreet area hidden by brush and sand
>He's not in the camper either, and any tracks he's left have been obscured by the wind or the man himself
>However, you still have hope! You can find him!
>After an obnoxiously long time combing the area, you finally hear a faint, rhythmic squelching noise behind a rock
>You draw closer
>You smell blood
>The squelching is getting faster
>Despite yourself, you draw closer
>There's Goldbullet with his latest bounty in his hands
>And on his dick
>A massive hole gapes in the target's head, a red-white slurry of brains, blood and semen oozing from it with every wet thrust of the sniper
>One of the dead man's eyes seems to stare at you blankly as a rivulet of the mixture trickles down the tearduct
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