Thursday, February 7, 2013

100 Words a Day 179, 36 Plots 16/36

It was one teabagging too many. It pushed him over the edge. Raging crimson, he staggered to the closet and got his railgun. Loading it with shurikens, he stormed down to the videogame café.

Throwing open the door, he leveled the shuriken cannon at Eric, his habitual online antagonist.

“Die camping bitch!” he cried, sending shurikens ricocheting around the room. Eric dove away from the missiles repeatedly. He used the time to close with the other boy. When he was close enough, he hit him with the butt of his rifle.

The police report said he used a baseball bat.

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