Comical Weapon Patreon Novels & Stories

With a small grunt Jake reached out for his large gun and pulled it up onto his shoulders! *Boom* Jake trembled slightly from the powerful device's weight, while marvelling at the work of dragons and wyverns. This cannon was the Soul Weapon he inherited after passing his trial. It was actually a pistol, and it was meant to be worn on the finger! It was made by taking into consideration the brute strength of a dragon and its large size, which was why it was so big. When Jake held it it resembled a large gun, but in the hands of a dragon it was only a small weapon with great attack power!

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said. “I have a girlfriend now. She’s like a wife,” Pat said. Then he looked at the dealer. “Deal another hand, my man. I’m hot.” “Is that a wire under your shirt?” Caitlin asked quickly before she lost her nerve. “No,” Pat answered nonchalantly. “Yeah,” another player, Jesse, said. “What is that?” “Oh, that’s my . . . walkie sticking out,” Pat answered. “What do you need with a walkie?” A.J. asked with suspicion. “You’re a carpenter.”

he moves closer to the child and pinch his small nose The girl looks at the weapons with great distrust and grab a crossbow and look at the CEO with a confused face “but mister, we don’t know how to use a crossbow?” with a soft voice, she asks the mastermind and the latter just laugh it off “Oh, I didn’t mention that all of the CHILDREN, working here in our company. They customized weapons just for you guys, Yaayy!” the man squealed and raise both of his hands in the air while shaking it

"Moretti, I hear that you have some complaints about our new products. Can you give more information about them?" I saw a smirk forming on the corner of his mouth," Of course. The new weapons are terrible. They aren't durable and they do not do the job well. My men have complained that they have to pull the trigger more than once before the bullet comes out. Warren, you know that in my line of work, there's no room for delay or error." He said in a haughty voice. " Of course, I understand that. I value the work of all my clients, if you can't do your job well, you won't be able to make money to patronize me. You're one of my most esteemed clients, I cherish your business with me."

the soldier asks, clearly weirded out by my sudden creepy smile. "Oh, I'm better than alright," I say, my creepy smile refusing to budge. I probably look like a villain who's just come up with a diabolical scheme, but I can't help it. After all, I've just stumbled upon a potential goldmine of weaponry to take down Vivaldi. "I'm just peachy," I add, deciding to cut straight to the chase and use my mind control powers. "So, uh, where can I get a rifle, some silver-coated bullets, and maybe a vat of liquid silver? Asking for a friend."

Yanlong asked. "Ai ya Little sister! In this L city, I sell the best weapons. If you can find one better, I will call you grandmother." the salesman boasted. "Then do you have a tungsten alloy steel type bayonet?" Yanlong asked. "Little sister, you sure know your weapons." The salesman said surprised. He had been showing them useless fancy Comicon knives. "Let's just take this knife. What's wrong with it?" Biyu questioned. She liked pretty things. It's not a surprise. Biyu’s family owned an apparel brand. She’s the most fashion sensitive among all her roommates.

He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal. "Yeah, for a maniac guy who only knows to look at women's big bust and buttocks, I think it's pretty cool on your authentic old ass." He snicked and wear his shirt on. "Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment, I feel so blessed. I'll that as a compliment though." Stamp sarcastically muttered. "Everything nice?" Asked by Tool, their coolest friend, a tattoo artist with a hair of an addict and full of tattoo on his skin. "Yeah, love it." He answered to him and taps his chest.

Parker had never liked Lucas, so she had never called him cousin, not even once. "I'm only talking; how am I laughing at him?" Lucas muttered as he sat down. Then, a new weapon was brought forward to be exhibited. The Famed Sword Manor was truly famous for its weapons; they continued to exhibit their weapons—each one was made exquisitely. All the weapons were at least a Blue category weapon, and quite a number were from the Indigo category. Every time a weapon was exhibited, the main hall would erupt in exclaims and praises. Many guests had stood up; their eyes almost popped out of the sockets. They were envious; they wished they could own the weapons for themselves.

his father said firmly. After the ambulance left, Carolina was left behind, torn between anxiety and laughter. Once she was sure they were gone, she suddenly burst out: “Hahahahahaha! That was insane! Gravon’s weapon is huge!” she rolled on the floor laughing, holding her stomach. “But sorry for him, it’s still nothing compared to Dark’s! I mean—if Gravon’s is a sword, Dark’s is an axe! Hahahaha!” She almost choked from laughing too hard. “Oh my gosh, I really need to report this to Dark!” she quickly grabbed her phone and called him.