Since this is so short, I'll do it before getting back to something I'm 
doing for a friend.

Nidoking wrote:

Yet more proof that letting me have an idea is itself a bad one.
 

Funny, I get that a lot, too.

The Dust-Colored Book
A Mystery Fusion by Nidoking

   A priest, a rabbi, and a nun walked into a bar. It was the perfect
setup for a joke, but nobody so much as looked up.

 Heh. Wonder if it has anything to do with Haunted Junction.

None of them really
stood out from the usual patrons... people in all manners of dress
frequented the bar, and even the most religious citizens of the town
 

the town's most religous (sounds better to me)

were known to resort to alcohol from time to time to calm their nerves

>from the incessant stress of their daily lives. What Bibles had existed

in the simpler times had since had 

Ugh, i hate that 'had since had' is there anyway to rephrase that?

   "Thou shalt not move!" shouted the priest. "The rich man cannot
enter the kingdom of heaven, so blessed be he who empties his pockets
and gives unto me!"
   "Every man should give one-tenth of his earnings to the Lord," added
the rabbi. "I'll assume you've all done that and take the other
nine-tenths now."
   "Don't make me discipline all of you," finished the nun. "Anyone who
stands against the Holy Bandits gets an early opportunity to meet his
maker!"
 

Heh

   "Don't make me hurt you," threatened the priest, leveling his gun at
her head.
   The woman smiled. "Oh, I don't plan to let you hurt me."
   The blond man, who until this point had seemed completely
uninterested in the interaction, quickly knocked the gun out of the
priest's hand and stood up, knocking 

two uses of knocking in quick succession. I'd change one, maybe the 
first to 'swatted'

the table over. The woman ducked
behind him and opened a book with a cover the color of the dust

 and hence we have our title

   The rabbi silently crept up behind the gunman and swung a fist at
his head, but the man in the red coat ducked, and the rabbi's punch
knocked out the nun instead. He stood up again, smacking the top of his
head into the rabbi's chin and laying him flat.
   "Try this on for size!" shouted the priest, hurling the ashtray
across the room like a Frisbee and spilling what little money he'd
collected across the floor.
   "The second spell!" shouted the woman, reading from the next page of
the book. "RISCANO!"
 

Hmm. So Vash is a slave to the book?

the book began to glow again, and she flipped to the next page. "Ooh,
it's a new spell! WERALGONADIE!"
   "No!" screamed the blond as his arm began to absorb the pistol he
was holding. "Not that one!"

KONJIKI NO VASH/VASH BELL
 

Ah ha. Don't know that series, even if its on CT. Ah well

THanks for sharing.




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