User:Bert Racoon

Crossroad setting, (think Marshall BraveStarr or Trigun)

On a four roads crossing, the dry air was caressing the hot sun encrusted sand streets. The crossing was fortressed by four simple structures with wooden verandas. Three men were taking a stride on them. There was no one to roam the southern one so it bathed in emptyness.
> "Hey You!"
The three men turned to each other looking for the owner of the yell.
>>> "Who me?!"
Roared the tree in a single voice synchronized by the laws of coincidence better than any barbershop trio. The northern and the eastern side veranda drifters started to exchange opinions harsly. "None of mine bussiness" blistered a thought, and the third man resumed his drift towards the corner of his walk.
> "I meant you!!!"
The man turned his back. The conversation of the two siezed. This was probably due to the fact that it is kind of hard to lead a heated conversation in a horizontal position on the ground. It was painfully obvious that the unlucky men were positioned profoundly within a certain two projectile's trajectories and now laid lifelessly on the ground. The man started to walk again, he took his corner swiftly.
> "A gentleman will walk but never run" thought the voice, "dammit" and a walk was exchanged for a swift jog.
Shortly the corner had another visitor.
> "Dammit!", the owner of the now angry voice stood in an empty blind path.
Left - rock, Front - doorless wall, Right - windowless wall
> "Dam..."
The intervention was caused by a faint clicking noise of a safety being disarmed. The stiff maker looked up. A tense look was trying to penetrate a man on the roof. His hat covered eyes were expressionless.
> "I was just l..."
A mess occured behind the yeller. His head was unluckily positioned in a path of another projectile...