'UGH! Another role play with him? I'm so tired of him, he's such an ass. Can't there be anyone better? Like Chess, or Checkers!?!?' 'Quick with the whining and let's just get started okay?' "HEY! Voice number one and number two shut up!!! I'm trying to tell my story here to Dave, alright!" Question Mark rolled his eyes under his mask and turned to a man he called Dave tied up and gagged in a chair. You see this poor man was a drug dealer, he was making and selling drugs on the famous crime lord 8-Ball's turf. Now for Question Mark this little job was easy, find and kill the person selling on 8-Ball's turf. He found these missions very boring though. 'Look I don't think the other role player is gonna care about all this bull shit.' "HEY! Voice number one shut it! I don't care what you think okay!" Question Mark shook his head picking up some papers with drawings all over them. "Geez...you can't find good made up voices anymore am I right?" He asked the man he called Dave. The man just starred at Question Mark trying to break free from the ropes that held him in the chair. Question Mark held the first piece of paper out in front of the man. On the paper was a horribly draw desert town. "You see Dave I started off in the waste lands! A desert place with the most insane psycho's and the most badass creatures you'd ever see!" He through that paper aside and showed Dave the second paper. On this paper he drew himself and some random chick killing some bandits. "ME!....and Jinx were the best mercs you could hire! We did all kinds of things! He killed bandits, monsters,....ummm shot a lot of guns. I tried getting her in bed...it didn't work out for me. 'Because your annoying?' 'Because you are disrespectful to women some times?' 'He's disrespectful to them ALL THE TIME!'
Question Mark just shook his head and ignored the voices in his head while getting rid of that paper and showing Dave another one. This had him walking away from the wastelands. "BUT THEN!!! I got bored of the waste lands so I came too....." He through that paper away and showed Dave the final picture. It was a drawing of the big city he was in now. No where near the wastelands. "THIS CITY!!! You see from what I hear, people just think I'm just a rumor. There is no man that can survive ANYTHING! Well that's not true because here I am! I'm gonna make a name for myself in this city! I'm gonna be some one!!!" 'You sound like every dumb blonde that comes to a big city! I'm gonna be famous! I'll do ANYTHING for fame! Oh really Mr? If I do that to you, you'll get me a part in that movie? Okay I'll suck your...' "WHOA WHOA WHOA!!! Let's not go there." Question Mark shouted to the voice in his head and then sddenly the doors to this warehouse were busted down. In came a bunch of men with guns ready surrounding Question Mark and the man he called Dave. "heh heh took ya guys long enough. Don't worry your boy is still alive...for now that is." A man in a nice business suit walked in and spoke up. "This is the best 8-Ball can do? Send one gas masked freak after my guy? 8-Ball won't have his turf for long...as for you...you gas mask freak I'm gonna teach you not to fuck with my men." Question Mark laughed and turned to face the man in a business suit. "First of all I didn't fuck with him...that's gross. I just told him a..." The man in the business waved his arm and his men opened up fire on Question Mark. "Ow! Oh! Ouch! AH! NOT THERE!" Question Mark fell to the ground with bullet holes riddling his body.
The man in the nice suit pulled out a knife and walked up to the man tied up in the chair and cut him free. The man stood to his feet and spoke. "Ace! Thank god your here!" This man in the business suit his name must of been Ace. Ace pulled out his gun and stuck it in the mans mouth and leaned in real close. "You failed me...if you can't sell on the streets without getting caught by this freak what's to say the police won't get you? That'll lead them to me..I don't need that. Your fired." Ace pulled the trigger blowing a hole in the back of the mans head as he fell to the ground dead. "Get rid of the bodies." He ordered his man and turned to walk away but then stopped looked down at Question Mark. "They were just rumors...looks like you can be killed." He started walking away and as he made it to the door Question Mark groaned and started to push himself up from the floor. The bullets in his body were being pushed out and the bullet holes that riddled his body started to heal. He stood there laughed and cracked his neck. "No no..they are true. The role player wanted a character who couldn't die so he made one." 'Why do you always bring up role players? You know no one has no idea what your talking about. They have no idea that they are all made up.' "So? Doesn't that make me the most sane one here voice number two?" 'No......not really.' Ace turned to see it with his own eyes. Question Mark was dead and he was very much alive. "How the fuck?...."