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Urban Witcher: Chapter 2 Part 2
>Before I can cringe, I’m sent sailing through the air at mach 1
>Ears are ringing and I’m seeing red
>Pretty sure my leg is–yep it’s broken
>Fuck
>My armor seems to have taken the brunt of the blast, cracking a few ribs in the process
>thankgodformedicare.jpg
>Rain has stopped, and the sky has opened up a bit
Wipe the blood from my eyes
>Head is spinning as I use every ounce of energy to crawl to my feet
>Pain shoots through my body like a lightning bolt as I shamble over to the blast crater
>Discard my mangled chestpiece in the process
>Support my weight against the trunk of the splintered tree
>Stare down into the crater, about twenty feet in diameter
>Below is the gore of the incel’s lifeless body amidst a smattering of green pulp
>Any tendies or GBP it was carrying are surely destroyed
>trynottocry.mov
Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:35:03 No.814541575
File: yeeyee.jpg (87 KB, 360×360)
>Lower myself into the crater to retrieve the incel’s blockish head
>Attach the proof of kill to my belt and begin wading my way back to the edge of the crater
whydoismelldeisel.aav
>Then I hear it
The unmistakable sound of pistons slamming about a Cummins V8, barreling through the woods
>”Fucking poachers”
>lt’s getting closer
>Clamber out of the crater to see a thick cloud of black exhaust smoke trailing above the treetop
Moments latera lifted red truck comes screaming out of the treeline, sporting confederate flags and barreling straight toward me
>Stand my ground as the truck makes a sharp right turn and begins several wide donuts, kicking mud several feet into the air
“YEE YEE,” a redneck hollers from the back of the truck
>The 4×4 comes to a halt
>Door opens and the blond-haired driver drops down from the lifted cab, muddying his boots
We stare expressionless at each other as he spits from his tobacco-lined mouth
“Well, well. Lookie what we got ourselves here. A witcher!”
>”Yeeee?” his meth-mouthed companions croon
“What the hell are you doing this far west?” I groan through the pain
>'”Well now, mister witcher…”
>His face twists with a sly grin
“Imight have to ask you that same question. Bein’ as your KIND ain’t welcome ‘rOund these parts neither. Since the whole uhh… you
know…incident”
>'”That’s none of your concern”
‘Ohhhhh so it isn’t now is it?”
>”You see cause we were just on our way to see Auntie Clement’s funeral–God rest her soul’–when we heard the crackin’ of a cold one ’bout
a mile out and decided to come check it out.”
>knewthatwasabadidea.rar
“And now. Seein’ as you got a nice bounty on your hip, and a few broken bones by the looks of it, we might jus’ havuh forgo Auntie Clement’s
funeral and see to it that you get a proper burial yerself.”
“Show me what you got, cousinfuckers”
“GIDDY-UP BROTHERS, WE GETTIN’ PAID TODAY!”
“YEEEEE YEEEEE”
>All four of Blondie’s trailer-trash goons leap from the vehicle, sporting MAGA hats and an assortment of shotguns and pistols
>Duck behind the splintered tree as rounds begin to fly my in direction
>Wince hard as a bullet lodges itself in my shoulder
>Pinned down
>Nowhere to go
>They’re closing in
gottathinkfast.docx
>Dig through my satchel frantically searching for a bottle of Dragon’s Dream
“Let’s see how you like this”
>Toss the bottle over my shoulder a few feet towards them
>Rednecks can’t resist the taste of high octane gasoline mixed with Tennessee Whiskey
Wait for it…
>Wait for it..
now.exe
>Leap from behind the tree
>All four of the filthy scum are hunched over the bottle, feverishly fighting for a sip
>Blondie is leaned cooly against his truck, smoking a Marlboro red beneath his tan cowboy hat
>Cast Igni on the lesser filth, sending a pyrokinetic burst from my palms and igniting the brown concoction in their hands
>Their scorched bodies are sent flying a short distance
They roll about in the mud, screaming in anguish and clawing at their burning faces as I stride confidently toward Blondie
>'”YEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEeeeeee. yeeee. Ye”
>He quickly turns to his truck and pulls out a fully decked out AR-15
>”Now now. S-stay back you motherfucker,” he stammers
>Continue forward
>Shaking visibly, he racks the charging handle and points the rifle at me
>”Stay back!”
>Stop, chest pressed against the barrel of his gun
>He pulls the trigger
>click.mp3
>”W-what in heaven’s name?” He sputters confusedly
“Thirty-round mags don’t work in California, dumbass”
>A wave of sheer terror sweeps across Blondie’s sun-bleached face
>With a quick snap of the neck, he falls limp into the mud
“Amateurs”
Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:39:53 No.814541744
File: 711.jpg (95 KB, 612×612)
>Gather what loot I can find along with an M9 pistol from one of the
bodies
Just like the one I used to carry years ago
couldcomeinhandy.ppt
>The adrenaline and Bud Light is wearing off
>Pain begins to pulse throughout every fiber in my body
>Exhausted
>Bleeding
>With immense effort, I make the short climb up to the 7/11
>Bell jingles as I stumble inside
riingg.mp3
“Hello welcome to 7/11 open seven hours a day eleven days a we–Bund mara, holy fuck!”
“Hey Rajeed,” I gurgle, bleeding everywhere
>”Ma chod, you are fucked up my friend!”
>Fall into the arms of the small-framed punjabi as my world begins to spin
> “Ar…I need… to get… to,” I sputter with the last of the air in my lungs
>”Ariz…”
>”Do not worry my white-haired friend, I will take care of you”
>”Zona…”
>His black beady eyes are the last thing I see before my vision caves in
>”My cousin drives an Uber”
riinggg.mp3
KOH
Anon is a witcher” />

7/11, Bodies , and Bones: Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:34:27 No.814541547
Urban Witcher: Chapter 2 Part 2
>Before I can cringe, I’m sent sailing through the air at mach 1
>Ears are ringing and I’m seeing red
>Pretty sure my leg is–yep it’s broken
>Fuck
>My armor seems to have taken the brunt of the blast, cracking a few ribs in the process
>thankgodformedicare.jpg
>Rain has stopped, and the sky has opened up a bit
Wipe the blood from my eyes
>Head is spinning as I use every ounce of energy to crawl to my feet
>Pain shoots through my body like a lightning bolt as I shamble over to the blast crater
>Discard my mangled chestpiece in the process
>Support my weight against the trunk of the splintered tree
>Stare down into the crater, about twenty feet in diameter
>Below is the gore of the incel’s lifeless body amidst a smattering of green pulp
>Any tendies or GBP it was carrying are surely destroyed
>trynottocry.mov
Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:35:03 No.814541575
File: yeeyee.jpg (87 KB, 360×360)
>Lower myself into the crater to retrieve the incel’s blockish head
>Attach the proof of kill to my belt and begin wading my way back to the edge of the crater
whydoismelldeisel.aav
>Then I hear it
The unmistakable sound of pistons slamming about a Cummins V8, barreling through the woods
>"Fucking poachers"
>lt’s getting closer
>Clamber out of the crater to see a thick cloud of black exhaust smoke trailing above the treetop
Moments latera lifted red truck comes screaming out of the treeline, sporting confederate flags and barreling straight toward me
>Stand my ground as the truck makes a sharp right turn and begins several wide donuts, kicking mud several feet into the air
"YEE YEE," a redneck hollers from the back of the truck
>The 4×4 comes to a halt
>Door opens and the blond-haired driver drops down from the lifted cab, muddying his boots
We stare expressionless at each other as he spits from his tobacco-lined mouth
"Well, well. Lookie what we got ourselves here. A witcher!"
>"Yeeee?" his meth-mouthed companions croon
"What the hell are you doing this far west?" I groan through the pain
>’"Well now, mister witcher…"
>His face twists with a sly grin
"Imight have to ask you that same question. Bein’ as your KIND ain’t welcome ‘rOund these parts neither. Since the whole uhh… you
know…incident"
>’"That’s none of your concern"
‘Ohhhhh so it isn’t now is it?"
>"You see cause we were just on our way to see Auntie Clement’s funeral–God rest her soul’–when we heard the crackin’ of a cold one ’bout
a mile out and decided to come check it out."
>knewthatwasabadidea.rar
"And now. Seein’ as you got a nice bounty on your hip, and a few broken bones by the looks of it, we might jus’ havuh forgo Auntie Clement’s
funeral and see to it that you get a proper burial yerself."
"Show me what you got, cousinfuckers"
"GIDDY-UP BROTHERS, WE GETTIN’ PAID TODAY!"
"YEEEEE YEEEEE"
>All four of Blondie’s trailer-trash goons leap from the vehicle, sporting MAGA hats and an assortment of shotguns and pistols
>Duck behind the splintered tree as rounds begin to fly my in direction
>Wince hard as a bullet lodges itself in my shoulder
>Pinned down
>Nowhere to go
>They’re closing in
gottathinkfast.docx
>Dig through my satchel frantically searching for a bottle of Dragon’s Dream
"Let’s see how you like this"
>Toss the bottle over my shoulder a few feet towards them
>Rednecks can’t resist the taste of high octane gasoline mixed with Tennessee Whiskey
Wait for it…
>Wait for it..
now.exe
>Leap from behind the tree
>All four of the filthy scum are hunched over the bottle, feverishly fighting for a sip
>Blondie is leaned cooly against his truck, smoking a Marlboro red beneath his tan cowboy hat
>Cast Igni on the lesser filth, sending a pyrokinetic burst from my palms and igniting the brown concoction in their hands
>Their scorched bodies are sent flying a short distance
They roll about in the mud, screaming in anguish and clawing at their burning faces as I stride confidently toward Blondie
>’"YEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEeeeeee. yeeee. Ye"
>He quickly turns to his truck and pulls out a fully decked out AR-15
>"Now now. S-stay back you motherfucker," he stammers
>Continue forward
>Shaking visibly, he racks the charging handle and points the rifle at me
>"Stay back!"
>Stop, chest pressed against the barrel of his gun
>He pulls the trigger
>click.mp3
>"W-what in heaven’s name?" He sputters confusedly
"Thirty-round mags don’t work in California, dumbass"
>A wave of sheer terror sweeps across Blondie’s sun-bleached face
>With a quick snap of the neck, he falls limp into the mud
"Amateurs"
Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:39:53 No.814541744
File: 711.jpg (95 KB, 612×612)
>Gather what loot I can find along with an M9 pistol from one of the
bodies
Just like the one I used to carry years ago
couldcomeinhandy.ppt
>The adrenaline and Bud Light is wearing off
>Pain begins to pulse throughout every fiber in my body
>Exhausted
>Bleeding
>With immense effort, I make the short climb up to the 7/11
>Bell jingles as I stumble inside
riingg.mp3
"Hello welcome to 7/11 open seven hours a day eleven days a we–Bund mara, holy fuck!"
"Hey Rajeed," I gurgle, bleeding everywhere
>"Ma chod, you are fucked up my friend!"
>Fall into the arms of the small-framed punjabi as my world begins to spin
> "Ar…I need… to get… to," I sputter with the last of the air in my lungs
>"Ariz…"
>"Do not worry my white-haired friend, I will take care of you"
>"Zona…"
>His black beady eyes are the last thing I see before my vision caves in
>"My cousin drives an Uber"
riinggg.mp3
KOH
Anon is a witcher
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