A small little jeep, just riding across the desert. The Dust, to be specific. "Woo! Woo woo woo!" One of the riders cried, a man with a mask, and a full-on red costume, with occaisonal white streaks in it. The mask was more of a headwrap with small eye holes and goggles strapped tightly on the front however. He held a shotgun in one hand, and fired a yellow blast into the air. In his other hand, a glass bottle with a brown liquid inside. Whiskey. He took a sip, then fired another shot at the shining moon in the sky, their only light on this dark night. In the driver's seat was another that looked just like him, except for the sharp, silver spikes that lined his head like a mohawk. He raised his bottle of whiskey up in the air, and swerved after a spiderant, crushing the nasty bug in million pieces. "Oh yeah!" He screamed, the tires of the jeep kicking sand up into the air. On the back were two men exactly like the first. There was one more, a man with a terrifying mask, no shirt on (revealing his muscles), yellow pants, and a large axe in one of his hands. "LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I STARE AT YOU!" He yelled, pushing one of his friends over. The man picked himself up, just as suddenly the tires began to screech.
In front of them, stood a man with a sword in onw hand, fully dressed in black.
"Jesus!" The driver yelled, swerving to try and escape the nasty hit he was about to suffer, but it was no use. The jeep flew into the figure, as the first bandit flew off the back of the jeep, a few whiskey bottles with him. He landed face first into the sand, as twenty yards away, the jeep sat. Directly in front of them, in his same position, was the man with the sword. "The hell?" One of the bandits said, just as the man disappeared into a bunch of blocks of blue code. Hologram. "Oh crap!" The driver cried out, as a sword flew through his head, splattering blood all over the console. The real man appeared, and looked at the other three on the jeep.
One of the bandits quickly leaped off of the jeep in a mad rush, as the man suddenly appeared in front of him. "Oh God! I have a wife and kids! That I killed!" The bandit fired a shotgun blast, but the man in black rolled out of the way just in time, then threw his sword up, cutting the man's shotgun in half. The bandit spun around in a mad dash for the jeep, just before one of his arms went flying off, and then the other. The bandit looked at his now blood-gushing nubs, and screamed, as the man in black separated his legs from his torso.
Quickly, the other bandit scrambled for the machine gun on top of the jeep, but the ninja appeared in front of him. The bandit's head went flying off into the sky, sending a stream of blood with him. The ninja kicked his body off of the jeep, then looked at the last remaining bandit. A psycho, to be precise. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU INTO A MEAT BICYLCLE!" The psycho slung his axe at the ninja, lodging it into the side of the jeep. The man in black ran at him with his sword, just as the psycho pulled up with his axe and blocked the sword blow. The ninja stumbled back, and the psycho grinned under his mask. "NINJA MAN MAKE GOOD MEAT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He swung his axe into the ninja's skull, but suddenly his eyes darted back and forth as the unspeakable happen.
The ninja exploded into a bunch of blue blocks of code.
"SH-" The psycho nearly got out, before the ninja's sword pierced his chest, the pyscho rising up into the air on the ninja's chest. Blood spurted out of his chest, and the pyscho gurgled. The ninja pulled the sword out, sending the psycho's dead body to the ground.
"Blood is on my jeep/I will have to wash it off/bandits make a mess."
Zer0 pulled the driver's body out, jumped inside the driver's seat, and with a red colon and closed parentheses hovering above his face, he drove off.
Twenty yards away, the previous bandit got up out of the sand, and watched as Zer0 drove away. "At least...I still got my beer..." He said, and wandered over to a brown bottle of whiskey. He picked up, and seeing the label seemed to be quite different from the others. "'Akibahara...lolololololol'...must be from China..." He quickly drank the bottle, and felt something, just suddenly...was he in love?
Nope, he had turned into a midget.
The newly turned midget fell on his knees, and shook his fist at the sky, his voice now squeaky, as if he had sucked on a helium balloon. "Curse you Akibahara!!!!!"
Zer0 kept driving, kicking dust up into the air. "Suck it, bandidos." Before he could finish his Haiku however, he felt something was missing. Something was missing from his body, specifically. Zer0 looked down at his hand, noticing something seemed to be off. In fact...
He was missing a finger. He could see it, clear as day. He was missing a finger. His index finger, just plain gone. It was there a few minutes ago, he was sure of it. Yep, his index finger on his right hand was gone.
Something else was tugging at him though. Something...bad...
He looked at his hand to see it dissolving into dust particles. He furiously pulled over, and jumped out of the jeep. Soon his legs turned into grains of sand, and his torso hit the ground. Zer0 nearly screamed as his entire body became engulfed in The Dust.
***
He could feel himself waking up.
Where...where was he?
He could see tile flooring, that was for sure.
One minute he was was turning into sand in the desert, the next he was inside some sort of bedroom. He checked his own body, making sure every body part was there. Yep, everything where it was supposed to be. Even his index finger. His eyes darted across the room, and his hands felt across the bottom of the floor he was on. It was not a floor, in fact. It was a bed. He quickly leaped to his feet, looking around then suddenly realizing that, hey, there were two other people in the bed with him. "I did not engage/sexually with either/of them, no threesome."
He touched his back, checking his sword, and then put his hands back to his side. In his face was a simple colon and an O.
@Verite
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