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Opening Narration

Niccea

on Feb. 22, 2011

It was hot as a skillet full of cornbread straight outta the oven. Even the buzzards took one look outside and said, “Screw this, I’m going back to sleep.” Everyone was inside or in the shade. Well, except for two idiots, the sheriff and Musty Bill. Salsa the Bandit Obliviator, the sheriff, looked at Musty Bill like his eyes were going to kill him. Musty Bill stood there, his musty poncho fluttered in the hot wind.
The clocked tolled noon.
Salsa whipped out his gun, which shoot shells the size of heads, and fired at Musty Bill. Musty Bill dodged as he brought his gun to bear. Bullets whizzed by and the men reloaded again and again and again. Until there was a click, and a boom. Musty Bill walked off to the saloon for a drink as Salsa’s hat landed on Rokulily’s head.