Wow, I have too much time on my hands, when I get bored of my unfinished good story and not in the mood to work on my confusing ok story.
This is a short story, not much story too it, but a good story when all you want to do is waste some time. If you dont, you can still read it, but I dont expect even the usual 1 person that wastes there time to read it will do even that this time. But reviews are still welcome.
"BAH!" theNazgul cried as multiple bullets from the m6c magnum pistol peirced its head.
'Look," The lord of the Nazgul's said, "A guy in green shiny armor, lets stab him with our pointy knives!"
The spartan then shot the lord of the Nazgul's with his M19SSM.
BOOOOOM whent the rocket, as bits of the Nazgul flew through the air.
"OH NO" Said the Nazgul's as bloody chunks pelted them.
Then they ran away.
So the Spartan, lets just say he's Fred, goes on a long walk over some mountains, were he finds a cave. He goes inside and sees a whole bunch of mean goblins.
"Kill him" The goblins yell
"No dont" Fred replied
"Ok" The Goblins said.
But just as they turned away to stab a fellowship of people with a ring, hint hint, fred shot them all with duel m9's.
The Hobbits all cheered.
"Shut up" Fred said, "I hate you Hobbits" And he shot them all, and the fellowship threw a party for the Hobbit slaughtering hero. Then a troll came and started killing people.
"Oh no" Fred said, as he took out the half empty rocketlauncher.
"Dont shoot!" Gandalf yelled, but it was too late, and the cave started to collapse.
Everyone tried to get to the entrance but the big mean balrog swiped them down and burned them to dust. But Freds shield kept him alive.
"Oh crud," thought Fred, "Now I have to use this fuel rodgun I found under this rock while everyone was being burned alive.
"What was a covenant rocketlauncher type gun doing in a cave on middle earth?" The Balrog asked.
But before the overly logical question could be answered, the Balrog erupted into a giant green explosion.
And thats the story of how Fred saved Thanksgiving.
