(Sneak Peek) The Bloxxing
Game time: 6:55 AM
Place: RO-Force Headquarters
Date: Saturday, August 4, 2012
While in his office, GAMER, along with Pork, were getting some stuff moved into the room when GAMER's teeth began to chatter loudly due to the cold region they and the others are in.
"GAMER, could you keep it down? You want to wake them up and all freak the bloody hell out?"
"I'm trying, and may I say that to you as well." As GAMER was walking towards his office again with a small box, he slipped on an unfired bullet and fell, causing him to drop the box. When the box hit the floor, a pistol similar to a M9 came out and slid towards his desk. It came to rest when it hit one of the table's legs. Pork looked behind him to see the gun out of the box.
"Oh nonononono!" Pork ran towards it and picked it up, also grabbing a tissue from the tissue box to cover it up. GAMER leaned up to see if he himself was alright.
"Man, the end of my hat's bent up. I paid 10,000R for this!" He looked up to see Pork with something hidden within the tissue. "Pork, what's that you're holding?"
"What? Oh it's nothing! Nothing at all!" Pork laughed nervously, and then hid the gun behind his back.
"No really, what is that?" GAMER got up and confronted Pork, then they began to fight over it until the gun fell to the floor again, this time, the gun was exposed.
"GAMER, it's not what you think..."
"What's wrong? Looks like any other M9."
"Thank Lord you don't know..."
"Don't know what?" Pork began to turn from stiff to relief when he realized he had no other way out of the situation he's in.
"GAMER," he said while picking up the gun. "This isn't just any other gun. And it's not an M9, but it does pull off more damage than that. In fact, this gun is so powerful, just one bullet, one, if hit even a foot away from a player, will kill them instantly." GAMER's eyes widened after Pork was done speaking.
"Pork... why would you have that in the first place?"
"In case there's ever an emergency that's bad enough to use it. Though I never used it during my administration, I brought it in case, which is good due to the situation we're in."
"Indeed. Mind if I put it in the box for you?" GAMER leaned and took ahold of the gun.
"Thanks, but no, I'll do it myself." Pork tried to get him to let go of it.
"But I'm Commander of this group, so let me do the honors." GAMER jerked the gun back towards him.
"Well I'm the founder of the group and the owner of the gun, so would you please get out of the way?" Pork pulled it away from GAMER, and then they began to fight over it until it accidentally went off.
BANG!