Blow away the white angel.
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Revision as of 06:13, 11 September 2007
The second both barrel of the shotgun are loaded, you immediately snap it shut and lean it back so it's pointing over your left shoulder. Without a second's hesitation you pull both triggers.
Between the range, the gauge (12), and the size of the angel, the little blonde is reduced to almost a fine, red, bloody mist, with bits of bone, flesh, and feather.
You can't believe how much the recoil hit you; your wrists are in unbelievable pain.
However, before you can even begin to finish mentally putting this together, a lightning bolt cuts through your ceiling and incinerates you, leaving behind only smoking ash and the red demon, pointing and laughing her ass off.
The End