Warner Brothers Gothic Part One
Warner brothers was really cool and made all the cartoons I liked when I wasa a kid, so don't sue me.
Unlike the origional produced by Warner Brothers, this one doesn't have such a cheerfull resolve.
Warner Brothers Gothic Part One
This is the moment he has been waiting for. After all the time, schemes, and money victory shall be his. He lies prone on a rise that over looks the highway. In front of him, resting on its bipod, is his custom-made German long rife, which is chambered for the US Military's .7 mm magnum shell. Bolted firmly atop this wepon of precice and singular destruction is a fifteen power infared scope. He has spent mounths training for this very moment, learning to control his breathing and heartbeat, learning to sqeese the trigger in between his heartbeats. For at this distance the minute quivering of the blood in his veins could mean a miss. On the horizon a plume of dust catches his eye, it isn't on the horizon for long. The target closes the distance of nearly two miles in under three seconds. Now the arget itself is visible in the dust plume. Its head and neck are laid out flat fow minnimum wind resistance, every feather on its hide just so to make its body a slick a a greased F-16. Twenty five handred meters now, almost in range, two thousand, fifteen hundred, he stops breathing now, a single drop of slaliva drips from his hanging tounge, he pulls the trigger. There is hardly a sound from the repressed weapon. The three and a half inch steel spike hurtles through the air at twice the speed of sound and strikes the bird right between the eyes. Its skull explodes into a bloody vapor, its body, now disconected from its brain, does several cartwheels before coming to rest on the dusty shoulder. He looks a the whole proceeding in dreamy wonderment "Can this really be happening" he thinks. Upon deciding that this is not an illlusion he safteys and shoulders the weapon, picks up his pack that is the same color as the sand, and carfuly makes his way down to the roadrunners body. Once there he takes a small meat hook and drives it into a nearby mesquite tree. He then hangs the body up, feet first and begins to gut it. Once this is done he breaks some limbs from the tree and builds a roaring fire. Now he sits by the fire, full, and contemplates the event that have taken place. He has finaly gotten him, he no longer hungers. "I am indeed" he thinks to himself "Wile E. Cayote, Super Genius."
Albert Bently
11-9-00
Outside Longveiw, Texas
Warner brothers was really cool and made all the cartoons I liked when I wasa a kid, so don't sue me.
Unlike the origional produced by Warner Brothers, this one doesn't have such a cheerfull resolve.
Warner Brothers Gothic Part One
This is the moment he has been waiting for. After all the time, schemes, and money victory shall be his. He lies prone on a rise that over looks the highway. In front of him, resting on its bipod, is his custom-made German long rife, which is chambered for the US Military's .7 mm magnum shell. Bolted firmly atop this wepon of precice and singular destruction is a fifteen power infared scope. He has spent mounths training for this very moment, learning to control his breathing and heartbeat, learning to sqeese the trigger in between his heartbeats. For at this distance the minute quivering of the blood in his veins could mean a miss. On the horizon a plume of dust catches his eye, it isn't on the horizon for long. The target closes the distance of nearly two miles in under three seconds. Now the arget itself is visible in the dust plume. Its head and neck are laid out flat fow minnimum wind resistance, every feather on its hide just so to make its body a slick a a greased F-16. Twenty five handred meters now, almost in range, two thousand, fifteen hundred, he stops breathing now, a single drop of slaliva drips from his hanging tounge, he pulls the trigger. There is hardly a sound from the repressed weapon. The three and a half inch steel spike hurtles through the air at twice the speed of sound and strikes the bird right between the eyes. Its skull explodes into a bloody vapor, its body, now disconected from its brain, does several cartwheels before coming to rest on the dusty shoulder. He looks a the whole proceeding in dreamy wonderment "Can this really be happening" he thinks. Upon deciding that this is not an illlusion he safteys and shoulders the weapon, picks up his pack that is the same color as the sand, and carfuly makes his way down to the roadrunners body. Once there he takes a small meat hook and drives it into a nearby mesquite tree. He then hangs the body up, feet first and begins to gut it. Once this is done he breaks some limbs from the tree and builds a roaring fire. Now he sits by the fire, full, and contemplates the event that have taken place. He has finaly gotten him, he no longer hungers. "I am indeed" he thinks to himself "Wile E. Cayote, Super Genius."
Albert Bently
11-9-00
Outside Longveiw, Texas
