Conker's Other Bad Day

by Command and Conker

Conker is still mourning the death of Berri, his girlfri- ex-girlfriend. Move on you say? Conker is going to do just that. Move on. But not before he avenges Berri's murder, and murders Don Weaso. Join Conker on his quest, as he meets new and old friends, fights crazy bosses, encounters new and old areas, all while retaining that same hilarious Conker humor.

1. Prologue

(This story is a short story set two weeks after the events of "Conker's Bad Fur Day".)

Disclaimers: This story is a continuation of the 2001 video game "Conker's Bad Fur Day" for the Nintendo 64 (also can be perceived as a "Conker: Live & Reloaded" for XBOX continuation), and I do not own the rights to the series. All rights belong to Microsoft since they bought Rare in 2003. This story is non-canon, and is not part of the official Conker timeline. This story is rated PG 13+, for adult language and violence.

-Conker's Other Bad Day-

Prologue

It was a particularly chilly Friday night. The Cock and Plucker, Conker's favorite bar, was filled with all kinds of people. Some of them were people that Conker had previously met, in his adventure two weeks earlier. "Hey, you okay?" the bartender asked Conker, "You've been sitting here every night for hours until closing time," Conker just looked at him with a get-out-of-my-business look. He spoke in an irritated tone, "I don't wanna talk about it, lay the f*ck off." He took a large gulp from his bottle, it was a sickly pale green with the words "Cock and Plucker Ale" on the front. The bartender shrugged his shoulders and strolled off. Lots of worries were on Conker's mind. All of them about Berri, who had been gunned down by Don Weaso. "Should I try to move on and forget her?", "Will I even be able to?", and "What if I don't find anyone else that loves me?" just to name a few. Conker decided to try and forget her. To move on. Not continuing to live with the cold, seemingly meaningless regrets of his past. But he couldn't move on until her murderer had payed for what he had done. He was going to do exactly what he had done to her. Gun him down violently. Then, and only then, could he finally drift away and accept, the fact that Berri wasn't going to come back. He was the only one left in the bar at that moment. He got up abruptly from the wobbly bar stool, and dashed out of the bar.