As he sat at the bar wondering how his life

What he thought was inspiration. Except that inspiration didnt cause a massive headache and send you on the ground coughing blood, after all, thats what lightning does. As he

rose shakily back to his feet, he thought of something worse. Perhaps his injuries were caused by...?! Checking his coat pockets, he realized his .44 was nowhere to be found...!

He swore furiously, thinking of what he could do. His memory failed him, so he looked around for a weapon he could use.

Nothing there could be used as a weapon, except maybe this rusty tap.

Quickly snapping it off, our hero had time to swing it full force at his would-be assailant, and he felt the blow connect with a meaty THUMP. He staggered backwards, off-balance..

and stared at his fallen foe. Still in a daze, the hero continued to swing violently as he made his way to town. Everything was blurry, and all he could hear was the sound of

people screaming as the blade in his hand rend them in two. A 13.5 wheeled truck hit him in the side, leaving him breathless yet he was still driven on by

his entrails which was stuck on the truck's grille. He screamed with agony, wishing that he've taken the numbing drug that The Doctor offered. The truck driver laughed maniacally

before speeding off into the distance. As life faded from my eyes, I began to look back on my life, the truck driver hitting me, the... wait, how DID I get here? I forget...