The not-an-excuse-to-use-the-Fr223-bullet Post
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"Ah well, id better use a slightly less destructive bullet" The guns
digistised voice appeared.
"That wouldnt be wise Keats, To produce the bullet, Fr223, i had to
use a substantial amount of power, after you fire it, il need to be
refuelled, sorry" Keats swore, and let the Gun hang loosely on the
strap, he had no other gun, so hed just have to hide until it was
over.
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Pineapples were thrown at the advancing JayBots, some fell, some kept
going, however, their store was quickly running out. The JayBots
seemed to stop appraoching all of a sudden.
"Think theyve had enough?" Keats murmerd
"The smeg they have" said Phil
Amber took this moment to dart out around the corner, a few grenades
in ahnd incase one was laying low. Several bodies were laying around,
bits of JayBot were, like glitter, stuck in the most horrific places.
"i think im gonna throw up..." moaned Keats, who didnt have the
stomach for this kinda thing.
"Oh stop your winging, the coasts clear, we got to keep the pace up,
they could be following us so lets head out!"
Amber took the point, followed closely by Phil, and Keats at the
rear, trying to avoid the JayBot gloop, and failing, as he slipped up
onto his back, whacking his head, the others didnt notice and ran on.
He blinked, slowly, and drifted out of conciousness.
*a few minutes later*
Keats struggled to his feet.
"Hey... where are you... guys?"
The grim reality of it sank in, he was alone...
Keats was alone.
He clutched The Gun(TM) closely.
Then, he heard the noise... A noise hed heard to many times today to
be funny, it was the sound of JayBots. Keats stumbled up, and looked
down the corridor, it was a long one, about 500 meters in length, and
luckily, was usually only used by patrons of parrots to dispose of
any excess drink theyd consumed earlier.
"ohhh... smeg..." He took two steps backwards, tripped over, and fell
on his rump. The Gun made a beeping sound. Keats looked at it,
gawping.
"Use me dammit, im getting impatient!"
"Huh?"
"Your looking at several JayBots down a long, generic corridor, fire
the round damn you!"
"Oh!"
Keats propped the lenght of the barrel on his left arm to steady it,
grasping the trigger with his left, he aimed.
"Hurry up damn you!"
"Ok.. ok!"
He fired.
A bullet, much larger than a normal slug, was propelled out of the
Glowing orb at the end of the Gun, it shot off down the corridor at a
casual speed.
"Arnt you forgetting something?"
"Huh?"
"RUN!"
"HUH?"
"FRANCIUM ROUND KEATS! RUN YOU SMEGGER!"
Keats was surew he was mildly concussed. He tuerned and ran as the
Guns power reserves flickerd and failed. The bullet casually
approached the JayBots, who made a laughing sound as it caught it.
This would turn out to be the bigest, and last mistake of its life.
As it caught it, a copper and Tin layer inside the bullet broke via
remote explosion. This allowed a highly concentrated Nitric Gel to be
realeased onto a Francium Slug, causing a fireball that made
Hiroshima look like a cap spark. The JayBots, corridor, and
everything in about 50m square was engulfed in the resulting
explosion. Keats did what Keats does best, and was running away.
FAST! He sprinted along the corridor, past a suprised Amber, and into
a disgruntled Phil. The result was Keats stopping dead againt Phil,
who seemed to be able to ignore the concept of conservation of
momentum, and didnt budge. Keats slipped to the floor and burbled,
before standing up again, brushing himself off and smiling.
"Hi again!"
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Bored, wanted to post