Shooting things for fun is the best

[thepoweroflove]

Who: Marty McFly and you!
What: Marty showing off like a dork (and general "Hanging out at the shooting range" if anyone's interested)
Where: The Shooting Range
When: May 8th midday
Warnings: I guess if you don't like guns you might not want to come here
Prose or Commentspam: Either? I'm not picky man.


Well a shooting range was probably one of the last thing he expected in a land of ponies, but it was also pretty welcome. He did still have that Wild Gunman arcade at the commune, but he figures he could get more practice in the more "long distant shooting". Not that he was planning on actually using this at all, but to be honest he just wanting to show off. Only about a couple of people at the most got to see him play the arcade game at the most.

And he's... actually pretty good. He misses the target a couple of times because of the distance he's at, but for someone who's really only fired a real gun once before, it's not half bad. Obviously everyone should just watch him in awe over his abilities.

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[crapfully]

A...shooting range? In magical happy pony land? When Strong Bad notices that, he has to poke around. Not that he expects much traffic here: ponies are the majority of the residents, and frustratingly, they lack the necessary body parts to effectively wield a gun.

Unicorns could probably use their magic, maybe? But he knew he was out of luck.

Strong Bad trudges up to the range because he enjoys tormenting himself, for some reason. Man, he really misses his old nunchuck gun. When he reaches the shooting area, he's surprised to see Marty, who's actually not bad. He watches for a few moments, then clears his throat.

"Considering you're one of the few in this town who is physically capable of wielding a gun, that's actually smart."

[thepoweroflove]

Marty doesn't seem surprised when he hears Strong Bad (almost like he was expecting him or at least someone). He lowers his gun and waves at him.

"I dunno if I would call it smart, I mean it's not like I plan on shooting anyone while I'm here" even if he didn't like the idea of killing people, it just feels weird to kill brightly colored ponies "Really I just wanted to see if I'm any good at shooting still,"

Never mind that Marty's used a real gun once in his life

[crapfully]

Strong Bad nods once. Okay. So this definitely warrants some newfound respect.

"Pretty good shots, I've gotta admit. But I would keep the gun, man. You might have to fight if things get hairy---evil doesn't play fair. If they do, they failed at villain school."

He smirks. "Besides, who would expect the little dragon to be packing heat? You'd get the drop on anyone."

[thepoweroflove]

Well good, because a tough man like Marty demands respect.

"I don't think I'm allowed to take guns from this place," he pauses though as he thinks it over

"Still, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least see if I can buy one. Not like I'm about to go around shooting people," he probably wouldn't be able to shoot someone if his life depended on it to be honest I don't really look... threatening like this," He says as if he was threatening looking as a human.

[crapfully]

"Now there's an idea. We might need it if a zombie apocalypse comes to town," he says cheerfully.

While he does this, he feels inclined to practice what he can do---there are some rocks littering the ground. He picks one up between his teeth, tosses his head to toss it, and spins to buck it as hard as he can. It smashes across the target, though the aim wasn't all that great.

"That's all I've got. Use those claws while you've got 'em."