On a morning just like any other, I woke up, fed my trusty steed, and went on to reorganizing my bullets, since I’ve had a few mishaps with them lately. Robin (or whoever the hell was in his body) still hangs around here quite a bit since I reanimated him.
While I was lost in thought, Macy or whatever and I heard distant shouting from outside. I swung open my front door and saw billowing smoke rising from the Sheriff’s department! We had to act on this, and quick. I saddled up my trusty horse, and Macy or whatever saddled up his… tennis shoes and we ran like the wind to the center of town.
By the time we arrive, the whole department is ablaze. I whip out my trusty gun and magic cast it into a mega Super Soaker and put out the flames. We’ve gotta find out who’s behind all this, and fast.
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