The Cowboy

The cowboy walked through the hostile, lava landscape. There was a man here he needed to kill. There he was: running away. The cowboy pulled out his antique gun and blasted the man’s ankle off. “P-p-please don’t kill me,” said the man as he lay next to a pool of lava. The cowboy spat a […]

The
cowboy walked through the hostile, lava landscape. There was a man
here he needed to kill. There he was: running away. The cowboy pulled
out his antique gun and blasted the man’s ankle off.

“P-p-please
don’t kill me,” said the man as he lay next to a pool of lava.

The
cowboy spat a hunk of brown tobacco goop at the man’s face.

“You
shouldn’t have gone and started that war boy,” said the cowboy.
“You made a lot of people die that day.”

The
cowboy shot the man in the head and walked back to his cybotic space
horse.

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The
cowboy sat in a space bar and downed shots of Xerozine-Z whilst a
band of creatures with trumpets for faces played music.

“I’ve
got to kill them all!” he shouted at the barman. “All the war
criminals! That’s the only way things’ll be put right! That’ll stop
the killing! I’ve got to kill them all!”

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The
cowboy walked through the hostile, Arctic landscape. There was a man
here he needed to kill. There he was: running away. The cowboy pulled
out his antique gun and blasted the man’s ankle off.

“P-p-please
don’t kill me,” said the man as he lay in the thick snow.

The
cowboy spat a hunk of brown tobacco goop at the man’s face.

“You
shouldn’t have gone and started that war boy,” said the cowboy.
“You made a lot of people die that day.”

The
cowboy shot the man in the head and walked back to his cybotic space
horse.

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“The
only way to achieve peace is down the barrel of the gun!” declared
the cowboy.

“You
are wrong,” said the wheel-faced pacifist leader of the Vadlarian
Delegation. “Violence only breeds violence which only breeds more
violence.”

The
cowboy spat a hunk of tobacco on the floor and jabbed his finger at
the pacifist’s chest.

“No!
You are wrong! Not me! Stand up for your beliefs you chickenshit!”

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The
cowboy walked through the hostile, jungle landscape. There was a man
here he needed to kill. There he was: running away. The cowboy pulled
out his antique gun and blasted the man’s ankle off.

“P-p-please
don’t kill me,” said the man as he lay in the thick mud.

The
cowboy spat a hunk of brown tobacco goop at the man’s face.

“You
shouldn’t have gone and started that war boy,” said the cowboy.
“You made a lot of people die that day.”

The
cowboy shot the man in the head and walked back to his cybotic space
horse.

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“Damn
you!” shouted the cowboy, banging his fist on a bar room table as
he stared at the vidscreen.

“War
declared today on the peaceful people of Vadlaria,” said the
vidscreen. “Earth Empire War Bricks will level their pacifist
civilisation to dust in less than three hours, and the people of
Vadlaria will be lobotomised for comedy and humiliation purposes.”

“I
warned them!” the cowboy shouted, knocking over the table and
spitting out a hunk of tobacco goop. 

“Peace can only be achieved
down the barrel of a gun!”