1:15 AM, January 7th, 2026
Coast City, California
Arsenal shoots his net arrow at the fleeing ATM thief, the arrowhead bursting open mid-flight and covering them, trapping the scoundrel. The thief struggles in vain as Arsenal approaches casually."Crime doesn't pay, jackass. It only fills you with arrows. Trust me."
A subtle curb stomp to the face later, and Arsenal leaves the unconscious crook as he hears sirens approaching. A donation pings in his ear.ButterMyBread ($10): HE SHOT THE NET ARROW. THATS ALL WE EVER WANTED. WE IN BOIS
11:35 PM, January 14th, 2026
Los Angeles, California
Arsenal looses an arrow, hitting the would-be mugger in the his genitals. As the man falls to the ground, clutching his crotch in pain, Arsenal turned to check on the victim as another donation ringed out from the bluetooth:BigDick6969 ($5): YO SHIT DID HE JUST SHOOT THAT GUY IN THE DICK?!
Arsenal lets out a bark of laughter at the donation before controlling himself. "... Yeah, yeah, I did... Are you okay, miss?""... You're... You're that internet guy, right...?"
Arsenal perks up. Always good to meet someone who knows of him and his work."Oh, yeah, I'm Arsenal! I'm actually streaming right now! You want a shoutout, or-"
Another ping in his ear interrupts his thoughts:Whistleblower887 ($1): The police are on their way. Stay right where you are.
Arsenal can hear the distant sirens. Great, another Stream Sniper. Really gotta deal with those guys..."The police are coming, you'll be okay. Have a nice night!"
And so, leaving the woman and the man crying in the fetal position behind, Arsenal makes a quick and narrow escape.
10:45, January 20th, 2026
San Diego, California
As Arsenal fired another arrow into the another gang member in the warehouse, the leader must have decided to cut his losses and book it, if the car filled with drugs starting to peel out made any sense. Arsenal grinned under his mask, readying his latest creation into his bow."This guy isn't going anywhere! Not if my new Explosive Arrow has anything to say about it! Let's flip that bitch!"
Arsenal loosed his arrow at ground under the rear of the fleeing car. The arrow, on impact with the ground, exploded with amazing heat and force, causing the car to also explode in a great ball of flame. Arsenal stood deadly still for a few moments."... Less... Less gunpowder. Much less. Got it."
He quickly flees the scene, leaving the entire gang with more holes than they should probably have.
6:00 AM, January 21st, 2026BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
San Diego, California
Leo hits the button as he lies in bed, half-awake and half-dressed. He lets out a sigh before getting up and going to the bathroom. The normal routine followed: taking a shower, brushing his teeth, doing some exercise, et cetera. He inspected his Arsenal gear he kept in his duffle bag, cleaning his guns and bow, and looking through his supplies.
He takes out his notepad and makes a list of things he needed to do today:
1. Pick up more food for trip to LV
2. Get more arrow materials
3. Redesign Arrows (Less Gunpowder)
With this, Leo puts a shirt on and walks out the door, exiting the motel grounds and taking a stroll to the nearby grocery store.
12:00 Midday, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California
Leo sat at the motel desk, looking through his notepad and inspecting his trick-arrow schematics. The pencil tapped the paper a couple of times as he thought it through. He voiced his thoughts in a low tone."... Let's see... 3/4 gunpowder was too much, so maybe... 1/2? Worth a shot."
He flipped to a blank page and copied the schematic, changing the measurements and labeling it "Explosive Arrow V2"."... Could keep the other one, rename it 'High-Explosive'... Yeah. Now, for the 'Greek Fire' one... Maybe-"
There was a knock at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly put down the notepad and grabbed a pistol, sitting still. They knocked again. Can't take any chances. He approached the door and opened it slowly, door chain still in place, pistol behind his back."Hello?"
Outside was a man, probably in his early 30's. He looked pretty winded, and was wearing a tank-top, with a tattoo on his shoulder."Hey, man, you got any cash to spare? I need some money for gas, it's an emergency."
Leo paused for a moment, trying to sense if there was any danger near, but relaxed."Yeah, sure. Let me get my wallet."
As closed the door, his sixth sense kicked in, reading the man's intentions.CAN'T BE LATE
CAN'T MISS IT AGAIN
NOT ANOTHER BIRTHDAY
Yeah, he was legit. Leo grabbed his wallet, holstered his pistol, and opened the door. The man looked relieved."Oh, thank god, you were the only person to here willing to do me a solid!"
"It's no problem. How much you need?"
"$20! It's all I need!"
Upon closer inspection, Leo saw that the tattoo was a military one. Looks like he was in the infantry. He hands the man a $100 bill."Thanks, so- Wait. This is a 100. I just need 20."
"Keep it. Always good to help a fellow soldier."
The man looks puzzled for a moment, then realizes and looks at his tattoo, grinning."... You served too?"
Leo rolls up his sleeve, displaying his own tattoo."Marines. Marksman.""... Thank you, sir!"
They both give a firm handshake. Leo smiles. Good feels were had all around."No need for that, my good man. We're both civvies. Now, wasn't there something important you needed to do?"
The man, his smile quickly dropping into shock, nodded and bolted away in the direction of the gas station. Leo stood there for another moment, smiling, before heading back inside. He sits back at the desk and picks up the pencil."... Speaking of gas, can't use gasoline, too expensive... Maybe Lighter Fluid..."
By the end of the day, Leo had another prototype in mind.