Guns. What a joke. Do you know how hard it is to deliver consistent head shots at anything approaching a “safe” distance? And what happens when the bullets run out? Back were the days of plate armor and longswords; good for all occasions. Dead or alive… it can’t chase you if it doesn’t have legs.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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This is a good flash fiction. It seems kinda like something Donovan would think about in The Crusade. I like it.
Comment by Kragon — January 25, 2008 @ 1:10 pm
Wow. After I re-read that with a mentally superimposed British accent… you’re right. That IS very Donovan-like.
And why does Donovan have a British accent in my head? Was it ever mentioned in ‘Crusade’ that he’s English or is it just me?
Comment by WeREwOLf — January 26, 2008 @ 7:51 am
He is British.
Comment by DarkIcon — January 26, 2008 @ 10:41 am