The Adventures of Harold Jamison

The Adventures of Harold Jamison VII: The Coming Carnage

*The sun hung low in the sky as Harold, Bob, and Hayley rode back into town, their victory still fresh in their hearts*

Mayor: Hayley you've returned! I'm afraid a situation has risen in your absence

Hayley: What is it?

Mayor: Dump's crew the Glad Grown Boys won their gang war against the Communists. They've taken in the stragglers and renamed themselves the Dump Syndicate.

Hayley: Oh not Tronald...

Mayor: Yes Tronald and his lover Melania, lover in only a platonic way now that she's over fifty, have redirected those thugs here. The number of troops they have and their plot-esium weapons, it's shaping up to be a one sided massacre

Bob: That'll mess up my Jesus powers.

Harold: So we're cooked.

Mayor: Oh no you ain't, y'all are fixing this! I've already sent telegrams to the government to hold you responsible for this if the outcome isn't favorable.

Harold: What! Why?

Mayor: Do you know how much has happened in the state of Nevada since you all have started galavanting? Far too much!

Hayley: We'll fortify the town just keep everyone calm

Mayor: Don't disappoint me.

*The mayor directed them towards a lumber yard where the local law had stockpiled enough material to make barricades. The lawmen were moving in and out doing what they could while also trying to keep citizens calm*

Harold: So we're really gonna lead these people on with fake hope?

Hayley: It ain't like that

Harold: What is it like!?

Hayley: Maybe you don't understand, I stopped us from being labeled as domestic terrorists.

Harold: I don't want any more folks to die and right now we are wagering the lives of all these people just to keep our names clean!

Hayley: Maybe life ain't a thing to cling onto so tightly! Maybe you don't get this, but having been affiliated with you early on, I'm inherently linked to whatever you do!

Harold: I'm not letting these people die for your pride.

Bob: Neither am I

*Hayley stood there, her gaze piercing through Harold as he voiced his concerns. The weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air, each word uttered carrying the burden of potential consequences. All she did was order everyone to get to work before falling into a three hour long silence until 1800's Batman approached her*

1800's Batman: Hayley you're right to an extent, I know that what I did made you highly publicized and conjoined with him, but Harold's right. We can't keep sacrificing innocent lives for the sake of our own reputations.

Hayley: You of all people trying to moralize with me? The man who terrorized this town for weeks with the Dusty Boot Boys. I heard you killed over sixty people!

1800's Batman: I don't kill, that's my rule. I merely leave them with injuries that make the rest of their life agonizing. Or one punch away from death.

Hayley: Your little act isn't good just because Harold believes it. He isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed or the brightest crayon.

1800's Batman: I've made my fair share of mistakes, and I've caused more harm than I care to admit. But we are our choices and I'm choosing to try and be better.