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Cooper Black

Picture this: a bunch of American outlaws, the kind who lent money to fellow criminals with a "robbery loan" interest rate, decide they want their cash back. But hold on to your spurs, because just as they're gearing up for a wild ride, they get a call from an anti-criminal organization. Yeah, you heard that right — these outlaws now have a side hustle working for the good guys! So, as they're mulling over whether to return the borrowed money or embark on a career change, boom! Foreign troops crash the American party like they're searching for the world's best hot dogs. Now, our reckless outlaws, the true connoisseurs of chaos, find themselves with a new mission: bring peace back to the land of the free. Enter Cooper Black, the modern American cowboy with a penchant for crashing criminal parties. He's not your typical cowboy; he's more likely to ride a motorcycle than a horse, and his arsenal of six-shooters has been upgraded to automatic assault rifles. Cooper spends his days attacking big mafia leaders, terrorists, and any troublemakers who dare disturb his afternoon nap. But wait, there's more! In between taking down bad guys, Cooper has hobbies that would make even the most seasoned daredevils raise an eyebrow. You can certainly expect this vigilante cowboy to be meticulously crafting miniature cactus gardens and hosting tea parties for his action figures, at home. Will Cooper and his ragtag gang of outlaws manage to reclaim their cash, complete the anti-criminal organization's missions, and kick those foreign troops out of the good ol' U.S. of A? Grab your popcorn and saddle up, partner—it's time for a rootin' tootin' adventure with Cooper Black, the cowboy who's wilder than a rodeo bull on roller skates!

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38 Chs

Blight Of The Sewers

Demonstar Black coughed and sputtered, as he regained his balance, and climbed aboard the paths on the sides of the sewer stream. One more second of delay, and he'd have been carried away by the currents, all the way to the bowels of Manhattan sewers. Luckily, he'd survived, and his weapons weren't carried away. His torn backpack was wet and soggy (also smelly). It contained a M4A1 assault rifle, a M1014 shotgun, and shells for a SMAW. The SMAW's parts were split up, among each person. Brother Black had the honors of carrying the ammo; Cooper Black, the launcher stem; LJ, the handle; RJ, the scope; and CJ, the front end. They had made plans, of rendezvousing at Central Park. But everyone had lost contact with each other.

The sewers had come to an end. The rest of the rushing sewer water plunged down a huge, hollow pipe, vertically, like a (smelly) waterfall.

Oh, what could I be thinking? All this time, I didn't clearly describe the terrible stench of the sewers, did I? Well, the stink was so terrible, that both the Black brothers' noses got clogged up, bad.

This part of the sewer was illuminated by fluorescent lights, that gave off a greenish glow. Unlike the usual, flickering lights you find in subway tunnels, the sewer tunnel had got well-disciplined lights that remained lit up, forever.

Although the path was slippery, DB didn't find it hard to walk along it. He didn't even need a flashlight, like Cooper did.

He approached another one of those iron doors, and found it locked. But no problemo, 'cause Demonstar could smash through concrete walls, like a human cannon ball. This corroded iron door, was a crumb of cake to him.

"Yeah!" he kicked the door open so hard, that it tore off its hinges, and crushed two zombies hiding behind it, to death. "Well, well! More damn zombies, huh?" he reloaded his M4A1. "Die you sons of zombie sluts, die!"

He just wasted 38 bullets for nothing. The zombies were already dead.

It was dark in the room, so he turned on his flashlight attachment on his M4A1. And he just found his way out, instantly.

The flashlight revealed a series of ladder-like rungs that led up, and up.