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Originally posted by Vodstok
i was quite a dork.
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Was?
It was about four years ago on halloween night. I got into my Freddy mask (not a crappy floppy one, it sticks lightly on your face, a great fit, very lifelike.) And a red-and-green striped sweater, a dark brown fedora, and the glove with the 10 inch blades. I snuck over to a friends house and crept into his house. Don't worry, he has no alarm system. I crept up behind him in the living room and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and screamed. Almost made me death. He bashed a vase over my head. Thus making me mad. And wearing the costume kinda got to my head. Guess I'm just little... mental. I slashed him across his chest. He feel ove the table and on the floor. He grapped a knife that mustve feel off the table. What a knife was doing there I don't know. Akward. Anyway, he slashed me back across my chest, cutting my sweater. That made me mad. Very mad. My sweater, my only red-and-green stripped sweater. I slashed down toward him. He defended with his arm. So his arm got sliced. He bleed some...
He got up and ran to his gun case. He pulled out a double barrle shotgun and aimed. I was like "oh shit." I told him it was me. Guess he didn't hear me. I jumped out of the way right in the nick of time. Thank God. He's a small little guy and the fire mustve pushed him backwards becuase he fell over. I walked over to him and took the gun. He covered himself with his arms and looked like he was crying. I laughed my head off. He my voice and got up. He looked mad. But said nothing. Just went in the bathroom and bandaged up. I went hope, laughing. The next day I went to a gunclub i was currently part of. Nothing big and special. Just a big house (built by us) in a tree. More of a big hunting look out. But there was t.v. Cable. Beer. Drinks. Ect. Anyway, they found out that I pulled that trick, and turns out my friend (won't mention names, but he was the one I tricked) was with the "boss" of the club. They put a thick, strong bullet proof vest on me and made me stand inside a empty plastic pool with oil on my shoes. They shot me in the chest, of course no built went through the vest, and with the oil on my shoes the force of the impact made me fall backwards each time. And then they kicked me out. That sucked.