Something incredible happened a few weeks ago. So incredible, in fact, that I'm unsure why it took me so long to share. A few weeks ago, I joined an elite group of people.
Move aside, William Tell. Hang up your bow, Legolas. Don't even try it, Robin Hood. There's a new sharp-shooter in town, and his name is... is.... well, it's me. That's right, my name is "The Rubber-Band Kid", and dirty, rotten, no good flies are public enemy number one.
With my eye on the target, and a single elastic bullet loaded and ready to go, I fired a single shot across the room, striking my enemy with a powerful blow that ended his reign once and for all. One shot is all I needed, one shot heard 'round the office. It was a proud moment of victory, a moment that will truly live in infamy. It will not be forgotten.
It's now been a couple weeks since the day of glory. Flies have been too scared to enter "Rubber-Band Kid" territory, knowing that I take no prisoners, and one shot is all I need. Today, however, his apprentice has invaded our quiet and peaceful terrain, seeking revenge and showing us that he is stronger and quicker than his master. I've fired off three shots so far, but all of them have missed.
I give him credit, though, as his bravery exceeds his motive. He came in close, within inches... nay, centimeters!... of my fully extended rubber band, and stood as still as a statue, staring at me, teasing and tempting me to fire in what would certainly end his life. I resisted, though, in respect for his master as well as admiration for his courage, and have not seen him since.
But alas, in a strange twist of fate, the moment I wrote that last sentence the enemy appeared, buzzing quickly over my head. The time has come, the signal has been sent, and I know what I have to do.
Stay tuned for the conclusion of Flykiller: The One That Almost Got Away.
Posted by jed at November 8, 2005 12:13 PM