Shamelessly ripping the comic “100 Bullets” for ideas
You know “100 Bullets”? The comic? What, you dont read comics? You are missing out a lot of info on the Secret Underground, fool…
Anyway, this goes about a man known only as “Agent Graves” that gives you a briefcase with proof of who was really behind a major fuck-your-life-forever event you had in your past and a gun with 100 untracable bullets, to do what you will.
Well, the guy got it half right. There is no Graves. There is no briefcase, either. But the gun, the proof and the bullets, they are real.
Somebody that has been really, severely screwed by somebody else and dont know or even suspect it, may find that when they hit the absolute lowest point (normally, when they seriously thinking if is not better to kill themselves), they casually encounter the proof to their innocence AND the lead to the actual culprit of their incrimination in the most unlikely of places (two recorded cases: one, in a set of boxes with old trash during spring cleanup, the other, in what may have been the inspiration for “Worst WC In Scotland” in Trainspotting), along with an very old and rusty revolver with just 2 bullets in it.
Those that, with this newfound information, manage to trace out, confront, and kill whoever screwed them up WITH that revolver AND just a single bullet (it will kill with just a shot, if you dont miss), and resist the tentation of blowing their brains with the other bullet, will find that after fleeing the scene and worrying for a full night about being found, reality will be rewritten; the target died of a heart attack, or in a car crash, or a disease, or something (hell, one was killed by a meteorite falling right into his head). They will also find, eventualy, that they have started walking the Avenger path…
Doing anything else (like, getting a machine gun and mowing the bastard down, going to the police with the evidence) will “work”, only in the “at least I got to pay the bastards back” sense.
Nobody knows what happens if you decide to shot yourself in the head with the second round; I bet it happened but I can’t find anything about it.
Now, I bet you are thinking “great, where do I sing up”. Sorry, just by telling you about it, I’ve made sure you will never, ever get it. But given the fact that I know you have done you fair share of screwing innocents up, I think you may be interested in financing my research on methods of tracing the gun and avoiding that special bullet with your name on it… think about it but dont wait too long, the gun doesnt sleep…
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Jesús Couto F.
Victims of the Second Round obviously are self-erasing; some poor bastard got screwed over, lived in misery for a while, then died in a freak accident. Barely makes the obits in the local paper. ‘Course you can’t find ’em.
Thats what I tell myself when I go to sleep, yes… its logical, its clean, its safe.
In my nightmares, though, I dream about the second bullet being a ticket to Ascension, and fear that the current Avenger in the Clergy is somebody hellbent on erasing all the pain in earth by killing the bad guys first and the innocents later….
And I dont want to think about the corollary to that. At a rate of, say, a new Ascension each 4 uses of the gun… just pray the Room they get sent when another one paints the wall with grey matter and blood is a nice one.