First time posting
Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:23 pm
Not the first time I have dealt with these things that are not natural to our world. I am Outlaw, name taken due to the fact I am breaking the law by owning any weapons right now. I have to be careful when I post, if the nurse sees me with a notebook I could get into some trouble. I am currently laid up in a hospital recovering from injuries, officially I got buzzed more than I realized and laid my bike down on me in a gravel parking lot. Truth is a thing drug me around the lot and threw me around like a rag doll. I am not a small man by any means, hell I am almost seven foot tall. This thing was about a foot taller than me and reeked of stale alcohol, it had dark olive colored skin and seemed to get off when we were slugging it out.
I have always been told that I hit harder that I should be able to, and have noticed I seem stronger than almost anyone else that has a comparable or larger frame than I do. This thing hit like a f-ing truck impact, and yeah I have been hit by a truck so I can make that comparison. After a good couple of minutes of trading punches with this f-er I pulled my old grandda's bowie and stuck 'im like a hog. The knife seemed to really have an effect beyond being gut stabbed, the bastard seemed to be convulsing and howling.
Then it picked up my old Harley and hit me with it, I slid a few feet and got my back grated good. Then cats came pouring in from the trees and alley that was there, it was like a Hitchcock film. The cats tore him to pieces, and the pieces seemed to run away in different directions. Of course the cats went nuts chasing all the moving bits, I swear I saw a rat when on of the cats strutted by with a chunk of the thing. About that point the cops were coming, I got my bike off of me and hit the knife in the frame. And sat there till the cops rolled in. I have to go to court in a few days as drinking is against my probation, I will get a slap on the wrist for this one and then sent on.
I found this site when my girl brought the notebook up for me, amazing how bored you can get when laid up for two weeks in a bed without company.
Outlaw
I have always been told that I hit harder that I should be able to, and have noticed I seem stronger than almost anyone else that has a comparable or larger frame than I do. This thing hit like a f-ing truck impact, and yeah I have been hit by a truck so I can make that comparison. After a good couple of minutes of trading punches with this f-er I pulled my old grandda's bowie and stuck 'im like a hog. The knife seemed to really have an effect beyond being gut stabbed, the bastard seemed to be convulsing and howling.
Then it picked up my old Harley and hit me with it, I slid a few feet and got my back grated good. Then cats came pouring in from the trees and alley that was there, it was like a Hitchcock film. The cats tore him to pieces, and the pieces seemed to run away in different directions. Of course the cats went nuts chasing all the moving bits, I swear I saw a rat when on of the cats strutted by with a chunk of the thing. About that point the cops were coming, I got my bike off of me and hit the knife in the frame. And sat there till the cops rolled in. I have to go to court in a few days as drinking is against my probation, I will get a slap on the wrist for this one and then sent on.
I found this site when my girl brought the notebook up for me, amazing how bored you can get when laid up for two weeks in a bed without company.
Outlaw