Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20190605003347/@comment-25218347-20190607020510

Well, the van is currently empty. However, the owners were on their way back, having witnessed Dipsy getting annihilated.

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Meanwhile, in a snowy forest somewhere in the Midwestern United States...

A single gunshot rang through a snowy forest. Two figures stood facing each other, each one armed. One, with a Vulture for a head, held a pistol close while the other, wearing a demon mask, had a rifle trained on Vulture. Both looked tired, worn, beaten, and just plain defeated.

On the ground between them, face down in the snow, stood the bullet-riddled remains of someone with the head of an Eagle.

The man in the demon mask turned his head to the dead Eagle, and lowered his rifle. No words had been exchanged, but it looked like they had a mutual understanding. He turned and went off back into the darkness, leaving the Eagle in the snow.

Vulture watched him make his exit, unable to think clearly. He holstered his pistol and checked his wounds.

Four entries and exits, and only one bullet that hadn't made an exit. He's had worse.

He sadly turned to look at the dead bird. His partner. Co-founder. Friend. He gave a silent nod to the Eagle and staggered off towards the makeshift shelter he had set up.

Where the hell would he go?

He was confident that the others had already sold him out, as if the residents of Los Santos didn't want his head on a stick already. So no going back to that nice penthouse he had.

Focus on that later, he thought. Fix these wounds now.

As he continued to stagger towards the shelter, he could feel the pulsing pain in his chest and legs. He left a blood trail in the snow leading away from his friend's body. As he turned his head back to get a last look at him, he felt a sharp and heavy pain in his left legs and he collapsed into the snow, dazed and confused. He coughed, attempting to crawl further but unable to muster up any strength.

He managed to prop himself up against a fallen tree, and was stuck facing his fallen partner. He let the pistol slowly slip out of his hand as he slowly began to slip in and out of consciousness...

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Only to find himself wide awake in a seat of a plane that was roaring towards the ocean.