Okay, i have been working on this story for aout a week now, and i'm going to post the first part of it, i will update this later whenever i continue work on this.
Ol' Tim
act 1
They stalked slowly through the land by night, quiet as the wind. The leader called for a halt whenever they were standing outside of a gigantic gate. "Listen up, you little rats!" said Ol' Tim, the sharpshooter."I know a couple of you are wonderin' in your small heads what we are doin' here. And to fill you in, we are going to raid the Gun and Ammo store." A small "woo-hoo!" of approval came from his gang, and they quickly headed towars the gate. He sent one of his best men, a nailer, to go open the gate. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he heard a "BW-KAW-". And then the only other sound was the sound of the gate slowly creaking open. The rest of the gang slowly rushed through, making sure to stick to the shadows as Ol' Tim said, until the reached the right place. One of the idiots in his gang, Billy-Joe, tripped over a can, and then almost fell on a fuzzle, which would of tore him alive. Ol' Tim gave him a smack on the beck of the head to keep him from screwing anything up."Ok, now that we are here, we can continue with the plans." The gang scattered around the small store, and Ol' Tim, three shooters and two nailers walked into the store, while the rest guarded the area, to warn the boss of any problems. The nailers headed to the counter and got all the money they could find, while the shooters ran around collecting anything that they thought was of value, while Ol' Tim slowly crept upstairs. He crept slowly crept into the owner's room, Fred, to exact his revenge. He placed a bit of dried up meat around Fred, and then dropped two rabid fuzzles onto the bed. After a small snicker of what he knew was to come, he hurried down stairs and rounded up his gang. Whenever he got down there, he saw the nailers holding a abnormally fat clacker, probably the son of Fred."What in tarnations are you-" he was interupted by the nailer when he punched him in the chest, and the Store owner's son heaved."Now listen you little boy, your lucky I feel particularly nice tonight. Now scurry into that room, or i'll have your hide hangin' up from my wall." The clakker quickly nodded and ran off, and the gang slowly headed out. Whenever they got out of the town with all the loot and closed the gate, they checked what all they got."L'esse." said Ol' Tim,"We gots some guns, a few rounds of amo, about one hundred moolah, and...a box of dynami...Ah never mind, pick it up and we can split up the loot back at our hideout." They quickly followed orders and ran off, and by dawn, the clakkerz were in quite a comotion.
I should have act two up in a couple of days, but feel free to give any negative or posative comments.
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. What I gathered was that a fat guy got punched, awesome.
