Title:           For Love. For Honor. For Diabeetus.
Author:          allyourwut
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/2Ft0Ruar
First Edit:      Friday 18th of October 2013 02:06:29 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 18th of October 2013 02:06:29 PM CDT

>You walked towards the abandoned hangrr, where you were told to meet them.
>They had your precious.
>You swing the door open and are greeted with the sight of 21 armed guards, and your Precious.
>One of the men decides to speak up.
>"You got the money, fucker?"
"Nope"
>The man gets visibly angered at your response.
>"Our boss told us to light you up like a christmas tree if you didn't have the money, asshole!"
>He raises a M1911 at you.
>You hide behind the door as bullets whistle past you, and through the sheet metal of the hanger.
>You fish your phone out of your pocket and press speed dial 1.
"Bring 'er in!"
>You wait not even 3 minutes before you hear the screeching of tires heading in your direction.
>There she is.
>Mounted on the back of a flatbed, an M61 Vulcan, ready to cut some grass.
>Nobody fucks with your Precious.
"Let it rip!"
>You listen as the massive metallic bringer of death hums to life, and spits hellfire out into the hanger.
"YOU FUCKERS PICKED THE WRONG HOSTAGE!"
>After the sounds of flesh being rended by a steady stream of 20 mm slaughter, the barrel of the gun starts to get uncomfortably hot, and the driver shuts it down.
>You peek around the corner.
>Lifeless, limbless, all the good scenes of victory.
>You stroll on through the blood covered concrete floor, over to your Precious.
>You pick it up, and it's just soooo beautiful.
>Returning to the truck, you get in and tell your driver it's time to go.
>Reaching into the glove compartment, you take out a fork.
>You take a bite of your Precious.
"Goddamn, do i love cheesecake."