BlogNomic: The First Dynasty of Desertfrog

*starts to clean my gun*

I accept, rat man.

I’m glad I saw this, I almost missed it.

I have a QD of 4. Draw ya gun Mr. Bean and show ya guts.

The sun is blazing high in the sky. The streets are silent but for the sound of the wind blowing a dusty dirge and the crunching of two pairs of boots in the dirt.

Chivalrybean and Darknight face each other, their eyes deadly sights into their opponents soul.

Darknight, mood afoul from losing almost all his money to Chivalrybean at the poker table, spits into the dust and growls out the word “Draw…”

The dirge of the wind howels louder, then goes silent.

The sun beats down harder.

Chivalrybean draws first, but is slow to pull the trigger and Darknight draws and fires, both guns shouting out a lead eulogy.

The bullets strike each other on their paths into their target’s hearts, and spin off out of control, yet Chivalrybean falls over, motionless.

Darknight walks over to Chivalrybean and stares. Suddenly Chivalrybean pops up off the ground and says “Just kidding!”

Chivalrybean and Darknight then become great friends and forget that they even tried to kill each other.

(And now you have your daily dose of nutritious corny.)

Nicely written.