All Along the Watchtower

The island of Paramount was excellent this time of year, well it was excellent all around. The sun shone down every day, giving just the right amount for sunbathers and vacationers. The water was Crystal clear and filled with a menagerie of beautiful creatures. It was the fourth island of the Studio Atoll, a series of islands know to be extremely exotic and popular vacation spots. Teeming with life, whimsy, and rich people spending money to swim in water deemed socially acceptable by their peers. Truly a paradise in the New World.

Paramount consisted of a couple towns and a large jungle in the center. Arplan was the most luxurious town on the island, known for extremely nice hotels and amenities, located on the mount Para. It was a colder but still breathtaking place. Other towns included Buell-r the wild beach city, Rangogo the more casual beach town, and Father God which was the oldest city on the island. It was also currently the location of one Peterson Mort, who stood atop the massive bell tower, peering over the city. The weird looking centipede man made and odd chittering noise in thought, sounding more like he was grinding metal and throwing up than an insect noise. He aimed his sniper ever so carefully, surveying the park until he found his mark. Sitting below a tree, minding his own business was Benjamin Tabart. Mort smiled as much as a centipede could, showing his weird teeth as he aimed the reticle at Tabart's head. He was being paid a couple sacks of money for this kill and Mort loved sacks of money or briefcases or really money in any form of transportation.

"Yup yup yup, all lined up. Good job Mort you're gonna get that good sack money. I bet you it's gonna smell like burlap." He chuckled to himself as he held the sniper stead, aiming until his gun was unmoving, locked onto Tabart. "Perfect." He smiled as he moved his hand upwards, past the trigger and to where the scope met the rifle. He split to two, tossing the sniper to the side as he held the scope in place. "Yeah yeah okay let's just get this moving. HEEEREE." He grunted as he dragged the cannon he'd placed atop the tower to his location. "Alright it's all lined up according to this scope here." He continued monologuing to himself as he adjusted the cannon directly below the scope. "Yeah this is gonna be great. Heh, that idiot is gonna be so dead."

He clicked his fingers together, friction creating fire as he lit the cannon, grinning from ear to ear. One, two, three, BOOM! The cannon blasted the ball downwards, the force causing to to fly backwards, falling off the other edge of the bell tower. "This is gonna be the best assassination ever." Mort hummed triumphantly to himself as the cannonball rocketed towards Tabart.