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Discalimer: (And my first one at that.) I don't own Garry's Mod. Garry Newman and his team does.

I sat back and sighed. Nothing ever happened on this map. The weather never changed, it was always 62 degrees with overcast skies. Flat grass stretched on for about a mile each way from the concrete platform in the middle of the map that I was sitting on. And at the edges of the map were invisible walls. So far today, I hadn't gotten any requests for my services.

What are my services, exactly? I am a handyman. Maybe even a hitman. People will call me if they need something fixed or something heavy lifted or some war machine built or an annoying neighbor terminated. I could do it all. They would just fill out a form and send it to me, and I would get there as soon as I could and do whatever they needed. I had several weapons, a gravity gun, a physgun, and a toolgun with multiple functions like creating winches and creating motors.

But no one needed help so far today. I stared at my computer, which had a fireworks screen saver. I drank a bit of cherry soda and tossed it into a trash can.

Suddenly, my computer stopped screen saving. A message appeared on the screen. It read, "One Request from map gmconstruct. Urgent Action required." I clicked on the message.

If anyone needed my services, they would have to send me a form with their signature, agreeing that I could not be held liable for any lost, damaged, burned, minced or shot up property. The form also said that I was not responsible for shooting someone if I got annoyed at them. The form appeared on the screen, signed by a man named John. I then read the details of his request.

"Err... so... I need help opening my refrigerator cause, uhh, there's a watermelon inside. I marked this urgent cause I'm really hungry so if you could come over and open my refrigerator that'd be nice." I really wanted to skip this request because it was stupid, but the ad I sent out read, "No request is too ridiculous!" So, skipping it would ruin my reputation.

I slipped on my special sleeve over my right arm. It had four buttons. One read "Entities", one read, "Props", one read "NPCs", and one read, "Home". I also grabbed my toolgun, which would allow me to create winches and ropes and sliders, etc.

An icon on my computer's desktop read "Go to". I double clicked on the icon. I typed "gmconstruct" in the text box and pressed "Enter".

A message on the computer read, "Sending you to gmconstruct." I stood up and walked away from my desk. A breeze started to pick up. It gradually grew stronger. It grew so strong that I was lifted off the ground. It blew me upwards, toward the top of the map. I looked up. A small opening had appeared on the top of the map. I was blown toward it. The wind blew me right into the hole. The world went white.

The word "LOADING" appeared in front of me in the whiteness. After about half a minute, it disappeared and the world came back again.

This time, I was in gmconstruct. I was right outside a low building. A man was waiting right inside the building. It was more like a dark room, actually.

"You came! Great! So can you open my fridge?" The man asked.

"Uh-huh." I walked inside the building/room.

I saw a mattress in the corner of the room. By the mattress was a nightstand with a lamp and a beer bottle on it. On the mattress was a shotgun. There was also a trash can and a desk with a chess board on it. A refrigerator stood by the desk.

"So you say there's a watermelon inside the fridge?"

"Uh... yeah."

I walked up to the fridge and pulled on the handle. It wouldn't budge. I got out my crowbar and stuck it between the door of the fridge and the opening. I tried to pry it open, but the door still would not move. I examined it closely.

"Wait a second. This door is glued shut!" I exclaimed.

"Is it?" The man asked.

"Yes! I'm gonna have to melt the glue and then remove it all. So that'll be about 100 garry dollars. Fork it over." I held out my hand.

"Geez. For that price, I can just starve to death!" The man took 100 garry dollars out of his pocket. The bill had a picture of an unsmiling man. Under his picture it read, "Garry Newman." I grabbed it and put it in my pocket.

"Good. Now, I'm going to melt the glue. I pushed a few buttons on my toolgun until it read, "Ignite". I pointed the toolgun at the fridge and fired. A blue ray of electricity fired out of the gun. It hit the fridge and marked an "X" on it. The fridge burst into flames.

"Whoa! What the hell are you doing?"

"Melting the glue."

"You're gonna melt my fridge!"

I ignored his pleas for me to put out the fire. Finally, after it burned for a while, I shot another burst of electricity from my toolgun, putting out the fire. The glue was very oozy now. I quickly opened the door to the fridge so as not to burn my hand. I looked inside the fridge. Nothing.

"You liar!" I yelled at the man. "You no-good liar!" I whipped out my revolver and shot him in the head. That was incredibly satisfying. And he did sign a contract.

I pushed the Home button on my sleeve. As I was blown towards the opening in the sky, I realized I could have just spawned another watermelon. Oh, well. My bad.

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I found myself sitting at my desk again. While I was gone, another request had been sent to me.

"One Request from map d1town01. Urgent Action required." Ravenholm! What could be going on there? The message from the help requester explained partly what was going on.

"Help! The neighborhood kids are extremely bored! They are all doing horrible things! Come now!" The forms and crap like that had been signed by a "Linda."

I sighed and sent myself to Ravenholm.

To Be Continued!

(Well, I have been aching to write a G-mod story for a while now. First installment, hope it goes well!)