[ WP ] The mods of WritingPrompts pull a bank heist to fund future writing contests

Police bullets ricocheted off the ceiling as /u/MajorParadox ducked behind an overturned desk. He clumsily returned fire with a blast from his pump action, shouting, `` Shit! The fuzz is here and they're already shooting! I told you we should have taken hostages.'' 
 
 /u/Lexilogical added to the return fire with a Colt 45, forcing an officer to duck behind a squad car. `` Hostages would have only slowed us down. Ryan, how much longer on that safe?'' 
 
 /u/RyanKinder looked over from his position behind the counter. He stood with his hand on the shoulder of /u/WritingPromptsRobot, the mechanical man pressing his detached auditory circuits against the safe wall, listening to the lock while his hand rotated the dial with sharp, imperceptible whirs. 
 
 `` We've almost got it! Two, maybe three minutes!'' 
 
 Another burst of fire from the law enforcement. This one was much heavier than the last; the SWAT team had arrived. There was the sharp sound of metal being struck and a pained yell. A tear gas canister came through the window, clouding the interior of the bank with acrid smoke. 
 
 `` Ryan! What's happening back there?'' Paradox screamed. Ryan came out from around the counter, dragging something large and heavy. At first /u/MajorParadox thought it was the money they needed. His heart soared. With that cash, they could make /r/WritingPrompts into what it truly deserved to be: a thoughtful testing ground where writers from all walks of life could train themselves and practice their craft. 
 
 A single tear rolled down /u/MajorParadox's cheek, and it was n't from the tear gas. `` No more Hitler prompts...'' 
 
 His hopes quickly turned to pain as he saw that /u/RyanKinder was n't dragging money with him. It was /u/WritingPromptsRobot. 
 
 The automoton was bleeding a viscous black oil from his midsection, and several sparking wires trailed out from his neck joint. Someone, Paradox was n't sure if it was him or Ryan, shouted to /u/Lexilogical. `` Lexi, WritingPromptsRobot's been hit!'' 
 
 The other moderator came running over from where she had been firing at the police. Luckily, the cops had chosen to take this moment to give the robbers some respite, possibly to reload and issue new orders. 
 
 /u/Lexilogical let out a cry of anguish when she saw what they had done to her mechanical lover. `` No! WP! Talk to me baby! Tell me it's not bad, please!'' 
 
 The robot reached out and gently brushed a tear from Lexi's face. So much passed between them at that moment. If anyone who ever doubted that a human woman could love a metal man had been watching, their mind would have changed that day. 
 
 At last, /u/WritingPromptsRobot mustered his remaining battery strength and spoke his final words. 
 
 `` This comment acts as a discussion area for the prompt. All non-story replies should be... all non-story replies should be...'' 
 
 The light in his eyes winked out and Lexi broke into sobs. 
 
 Ryan put a hand on Paradox's shoulder and pulled him away from the scene. 
 
 `` The mission is a failure P, we need to think about our escape options now.'' 
 
 /u/MajorParadox grabbed Ryan by his collar and jerked him close. 
 
 `` No!'' Whispered the deranged redditor, a manic gleam in his red eyes. `` I'm not doing any more Hitler prompts, or shitty prompts about God and Satan with their... insipid, Shamalamadingdong twists.'' 
 
 He dropped Ryan, who collapsed onto the floor, gasping. Paradox looked at him one last time before picking up his shotgun. `` It ends here.'' 
 
 Ryan turned to Lexi, who cradled her dead lover's head in her lap. `` I'm not leaving him,'' she said between gasps. 
 
 Ryan looked at them both, seeing the resolution in their eyes. `` Ok,'' he said. The founder of /r/WritingPrompts picked up his hand gun and loaded a fresh clip. With his two companions, he moved towards the entrance to the bank. 
 
 They charged out screaming, into the lead hail.
