Santa was bad.
Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 2:56 pm
Well last night I had a run in with a Boogy man, the thing dressed up as santa and lead a group of four kids away from a playground to torment then eat. I was able to track one of the kids due to them jumping in every mud puddle they passed. The thing was tormenting the kids in a old barn and had them locked in a cage. I came in with a nice opening round of debate with a 12 gauge on full auto once the thing was away from the kids. The kids figured out real quick this was not santa and were yelling for me to arrest him. I guess they figured I was a officer for the local PD. I got nailed by the thing with his santa sack of bricks, the thing landed on me and tried to choke me out. My armor has a good had neck pice to prevent such a attack, I tried a little of Willie's advice and danced with the thing for a few rounds, not my idea of fast take down. I hit the thing with a little toy I've moddified to be more effective. He got a heavily jucied up tazer right to the face.
I cut the kids out and told them to run out to the road I would be there when I took care of the bad guy. The damn thing was stirring already, I put a few shotgun slugs into where I thought it's vitals would be. I drug it out back and dropped a WillyPete in it's open mouth and made sure it was well on the way to consummed and went to check on the kids. A local sherrif was already with them and his partner was coming up the old drive to check on the sit rep. Must have been a rookie because he fired 3 rounds at me with out warning. One pierced my armor at the right shoulder, I tossed a flash bang his way and bolted for my ride out.
So here I sit with a ore shoulder and a good friend who sews me together when I get hurt harping on me to stay put till I heal to their satisfaction. Thanks to Ron and Bert for the stories on their encounters with the Boogy Men before. And I still have that Malignious or however it's spelled roaming out here, some livestock are turning up dead with just the marrow sucked out of the bones.
I cut the kids out and told them to run out to the road I would be there when I took care of the bad guy. The damn thing was stirring already, I put a few shotgun slugs into where I thought it's vitals would be. I drug it out back and dropped a WillyPete in it's open mouth and made sure it was well on the way to consummed and went to check on the kids. A local sherrif was already with them and his partner was coming up the old drive to check on the sit rep. Must have been a rookie because he fired 3 rounds at me with out warning. One pierced my armor at the right shoulder, I tossed a flash bang his way and bolted for my ride out.
So here I sit with a ore shoulder and a good friend who sews me together when I get hurt harping on me to stay put till I heal to their satisfaction. Thanks to Ron and Bert for the stories on their encounters with the Boogy Men before. And I still have that Malignious or however it's spelled roaming out here, some livestock are turning up dead with just the marrow sucked out of the bones.