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Over the truck went and falling through the air it then crashed onto the wall of the canyon and tumbled all the way down to the bottom; mangling the truck beyond recognition. The chasen walked up to the railing and looked down at the mangled truck. It aimed its gun down at it and again opened fire at it; drenching it in bullets that caused the truck to blow up into a huge explosion. Job done, it then walked back into its portal and disappeared behind it.

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Is there no justice? My entire team was dragged into it as well. When they went out, they were pelted with rotten eggs, so some didn’t even dare go home. With no other choice, I tried to make them believe through my skills. However, the moment the car started, it exploded on the spot! Across the entire track, only Jasper was unaffected. He smoothly took the championship and enjoyed all the glory. As for my car, even after professional researchers examined it over and over, they couldn’t find any cause that could have triggered the explosion.

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

Anyone who came in their way would have to be thwarted, no matter who they were. Someone threw a punch at Chuck, and he immediately dodged. Chuck throws a fist back but is countered by Mr. Watson's bodyguard. It was then that one of them kicked Chuck in the stomach causing him to fall down. "You want to joke with me huh? Realize that you are no match for us!” mocked one of the guards who kept walking towards Chuck who was now sitting on the dirty floor. Chuck was inching backward away from them. He was really stuck now. Unknowingly he looked back and found a wooden block whose ends were still sticking into the wood, and in his hand was a rough piece of wall. Chuck nodded because he felt that

with at least seventy-five percent of my senses depleted, it’s not much of a surprise that I easily make this mark with all senses on hyper-adrenalized-alert—right in the fucking Adam’s apple. As blood gushes from his neck, Chuck reflexively pulls the trigger on his gun, but it goes off aimlessly and harmlessly into the ceiling above. I suppose the ceiling would disagree with my assessment of the shot being harmless, but as a non-sentient being it has no say in the discussion. I cross over and kneel next to Chuck, enjoying watching the life bleed out of him. “Well shucks, Chuck, this sucks.” “I can’t believe you just said those words,” Jason retorts.

She started to ready another arrow and pointed it directly at his head; his eyes were wide as he studied her face, understanding dawning on him. He finally let his body relax, the look of defeat crossing his face. He glanced at his pants that lay on the ground a bit away from him and pointed to them. Without hesitation, Sherry went to his pants and dug around the pocket until she uncovered the white flag. “I surrender…” Chuck whispered. Satisfied, Sherry turned her attention to me; it was down to us. We were the only two left in the competition. The medics came out to collect Chuck who was cursing the whole time.

However, the power of arrows from hundreds of ruthless pirates was incredible. Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! The thousands, or perhaps even tens of thousands of arrows, smashed his protective shield in seconds. It was too late for Watson to escape. He screamed as countless arrows pierced through his body. He died on the spot; his body looked like a hedgehog.

Decus stood outside her door for a short while before she said, "Who's there? Just come in!" Murex was harsh, but she never refused to talk to her children and grandchildren. She was still the one who called the shots there. She knew that the person who stood outside her door for half an hour had urgent business, but they did not want to disturb her rest. Decus said with a trembling voice, "Mother, Chuck is…" "What happened to him?" Murex's heart faltered when she heard Decus' voice. There had been too many mishaps in her family as of late. Two of her family members have been killed, and now there was this mention of Chuck. They were her beloved grandsons.

What if we hadn’t left early? My mom is down there. Mags! I bury my face in my hands and sob quietly until the car is finally driving in a normal rhythm. “You okay honey,” he asks, as I peep one eye out of my hands. “Are you okay,” I ask, uncovering my face. “Chunk just got shot, he might not make it,” he says, and it’s clear he’s barely holding it together. “What can we do,” I whisper, as I crawl into the seat.