You meet Ludwig Van Oblivion
Well, lets face it, that fantastic score you conducted to go along with last night's silent movie showing was not actually yours: You stole it from composer Ludwig Van Oblivion!
Sadly for you, Oblivion was in the audience that night and he is pissed.
You teach a class on post-modern music at Libreville Community College. That is where you are confronted by Oblivon. He walks into the middle of your class without saying a word. He just stalks right up to you and slaps you hard with his white leather composer's glove. A challange to a duel made in public. You have to accept and fight to the death, or refuse his challange and leave town in shame.
You accept then.
Later that day, in front of seven witnesses you and him are standing back to back. Each holding a old school black powder pistols. You two march ten steps, as counted by the judge, spin and fire. Your shot misses Ludwig by four foot. It snaps a branch off a tree behind him. His shot slams into your forehead and breaks it open, spurting brains and gore out the other side. You stand a couple more seconds then fall dead to the ground.
