Comical Weapon Patreon Novels & Stories

All eyes were on me, the live-streaming section flooded with comments on how pathetic a human will be at this because they weren’t allowed access to weaponry. A wicked smile curves at my lips, “My performance will be worth the watch, I can guarantee that.”

"It helps me get into the mood to clean." "No problem." He was a tattooed man with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. His smile was warm. "What can I help you with?" "I need a gun and to learn how to use it." "Okay. Let me see what I have. You looking for something for target practice or with stopping power?" "Stopping power." "Ex?" She nodded. Guess she wasn't the first woman who came in her to buy protection. "A story as old as time. We men can be assholes," he said. He held out his hand. "Jeb Warner."

I said with a gentle smile. I silently inspected them, and fairly enough, some of them displayed a great amount of vigor and power. Hadeon, the guild's commander, is the one who drew my interest first. Right now, he's wearing more appropriate gear, two of which are S-tier items: one is a crimson and gold long sword, and the other is an upper - body armor. He obviously earns the title of "Strongest Swordsman," but the other two persons behind him startled me the most. They were the ones who were having a casual talk before.

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

But as far as I know, she was a Captain in the army. “...Huh?…I am still a captain thou…but I am also a part of the Military Special Research Department…that is why I am working over here…Boss…hehehe…I have made a new toys!!!..wanna see?…Look at this!!..it a new type of Grenade Launcher!!..I called it, the Dragon Bomb Launcher Type 1!!!….”. (Polly Grokham) “.……Okay…I look at them latter…every time I see you..you always pulled out weird stuff for me to look at..Later..later….I am hungry right now…”.

It makes it so that the day you are in dire need of using the gun, it jams and refuses to fire when you pull the trigger. And the people who normally patronized Draco's weapon were politicians and government officials who sourced it for security agencies in order for them to use it to protect the common people from criminals. The bloodcurdling screams broke me from my train of thoughts. The man's knee cap had been cut open, and Fat Joe was scooping out the flesh using something that looked like a spoon but had very sharp edges. I had seen such scenes several times before, but I could help but feel my stomach churning as I watched the bloody scene.

I smiled at her, then dropped three hundreds on the table. "Cáel, you are armed," Hana gasped softly. "Oh this," I shrugged. "I've cut down today because of the government meetings...that means three pistols, two tomahawks and one knife." "Do we need to worry about the police?" she whispered once she came to my side. We were angling for the door. "Thank you for your assistance," Pamela spoke to the Soccer Mom. "I'll makes sure the Clintons put you on their Christmas card list." The woman looked thrilled. Pamela was tossing currency at the table she shared while Saku picked up her plate and a bottle of wine.

Her knife wasn’t there. “You don’t have any weapon with you right now, I get them all.” The old man’s eyes turned black as he let out an evil laugh. A dark thick smoke came out from the large pot as it twirls in the air going in the old man’s direction. “What the hell was that,” Niffa said terrified.

I said in a low tone. Peter and Justine both glanced to where I talked about. Peter put his palm on his forehead as he brought the weapons, he got from that old, abandoned junkyard. He was bringing with him a Kriss Vector Assault Rifle, a Windham Weaponry's new RMCS-3 AR-15 - Silenced, Scoped, a Kel-Tec KSG-25 Shotgun, a grain sickle, and an axe. I smirked when he brought good and best weapons to use. “Here, hold this for me for a meanwhile,” Peter gave me his axe and grain sickle.