But he deserved it, I can't deny that, and I can't deny that I would do it again. I just feel completely conflicted right now.
Basically, what happened was my friend told me he had something important to tell me. He said that he'd come over right away and we could talk. I wasn't expecting anything really heavy, when it comes to a guy like him I've learned to not expect very much. He arrives about a half hour later, and I offer him a drink, we get to chatting about recent events going on.
Well, he tells me that six months ago, when I was dating my girlfriend they both got drunk at a party. I knew where it was going from there, but I kept listening anyway. He told me that they both got really trashed, and had wild sex all night. It wasn't one of those "We just woke up next to each other the next morning with no recollection of what happened" things, he said that they both remembered it, and were quite coherent for the entire thing.
He said that they both mutually agreed that it was fun, but they both felt terribly wrong afterwards and while they were glad they did it to experiment they agreed never to do it again. He told me that the guilt had been eating away at him since then and he just had to tell me.
I was completely repulsed by him, I didn't know how to react at first. He started asking me to say something and I just snapped. I grabbed the bottle of liquor on the table and smashed it over his face, grabbed him by the head and slammed him face first into my coffee table. I then proceeded to kick him in the ribs until he managed to crawl out of my front door. I didn't speak a word to him verbally, I just let the violence do the talking. When he was gone, there was a trail of blood from my living room to the doorway I had to mop up. (I have tile in my entire house)
Can he get me on an assault charge? He was in my house, so technically anything I did to him was completely legal, right? I'm thinking about getting a restraining order against him. If I see him again, I might kill him.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Dakero's Girlfriend is a Cheater saga
November, 2007
Day 1 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ Over the weekend I found out my girlfriend is cheating on me.
Yeah, the one that I've been seeing seriously for a while now. This is really a hard hit to me and I don't know how to take it. I've been lied to in the past, but never by someone who I've felt so strongly for.
Basically, she's been canceling lunch with me everyday. I'm unemployed, so really, all I look forward to is getting called by her to pick up lunch. But, she stopped doing that, and whenever I called her she would give me some half baked excuse. I decided to do a little research. I figured at first that I was being paranoid about things, and that the foundation of a good relationship is trust and to just let it go, but I just caved and decided to see things for myself. Well, I saw a little more than I bargained for.
It had been days since I'd last seen her, so I hadn't shaved leaving me with a scruffy 5 O'clock shadow. I put a patch over my right eye so that I wouldn't stand out, and put on an overcoat. I followed her from work to where she was going to lunch with one of her girlfriend's and the guy that chick was dating. They met up at some sandwich deli with some creep. He had this smug smirk on his face, and when she got up to his table she kissed him on the cheek. I was pissed off from the start, but I just sat at a table behind them pretending to look at my menu whilst I watched them from behind.
He ****ing sat right next to her, had his hand on her thigh the entire time. Arm around her. From what it sounded like he's some creep on leave, and they used to date. So, I guess she thinks it's okay to play around while he's in town. I can't believe this is happening to me, I'm fighting against getting up and beating the **** out of this dude right in front of everyone but I know better. I know that the best method of revenge is to take your time with it.
She gets up, gives him this long kiss with a lot of tongue. I'm biting my lip ready to draw my knife on this fool, and then she walks by me and I hide my face with my menu.
I follow the dude to his car, take a picture of him with my phone. I also take a picture of the back of his car while he's driving away so I can have my friend run his license plate number. Later on, I checked my girlfriend's cell phone. She was sending him nude pictures, and there's all these dirty text messages. I couldn't ****ing believe it. When she got out of the shower, she put on a friendly face and hugged me like nothing was even going on. It took everything I had just to go with it. This guy thinks he's got me, well, I've got all his information and you can be damn sure that I'm going to do something with it.
Day 2 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ I confronted the guy that my girlfriend has been cheating on me with.
Some of you remember my topic from yesterday about my discovery that my girlfriend has been cheating on me. After investigating her cell phone I managed to find his address. Apparently she's been going to a place he's been staying at every day ****ing him through all hours of the night after telling me that she's going home. THere are all kinds of nudes in her phone she sent him and a bunch of dirty messages. It broke my heart reading all this. I decided it was time to go over to his house and pay him a visit.
I sat outside his house wearing a disguise. I had a black bandana tied across my forehead pushing my hair back, an eye patch so that I wouldn't stand out, and a 5 O'clock shadow concealing the finer details of my face. I watched his front yard early in the morning. Apparently he was on leave from the military, so no doubt he was an early riser. I got up and krept up to his house and hid in a bush, waiting for him to come out. Obviously the first thing he'd walk to was his car, and I would be waiting.
The same smug jerk came outside, eh was on his cell phone but fortuanatly he got off fast, so there wouldn't be any witnesses. I waited for him to get close to his car, then just as he opened his car I ran up behind him, grabbed him by the back of the head and kneed him in the spine. He fell over screaming in pain. He saw my face.
Scummy dude on leave: You...you're the guy form lunch yesterday...with the eye patch...
I slammed his face into the ground, shattering his nose upon impact. Blood was everywhere. His eyes were teared up, he couldn't even defend himself. I pulled his arm into the car door and slammed hit hard, fracturing it instantly. Splinters of bone were visible. He was crying out in pain, I had him in my mercy. I stood him up and laid him back against his car, punched him a couplet imes in the face, kneed him in the ribs, I was giving him the beating of his life time. Something they couldn't prepare him for in Basic Training, a war with Dakero. He tried to walk away, but I grabbed him by the shirt collar and tugged him toward me slamming my head into his already broken nose. He looked so pathetic. I let him drop to the ground while he sobbed in pain.
Dakero: If I see you again. I'll kill you. Stay the **** away from Mary.
I drove off, in my super charged Viper. I called Mary up and let her know I'd be dropping by. We went to get some breakfast, and had a good day today. Hopefully he'll stay out of my affairs from now on.
Day 3 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ It's over. My girlfriend dumped me. The girl I love is gone.
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
I thought everything would be fine since I took care of the scum bag she had been cheating on me with. I figured that as long as I removed the seed of corruption, we could reconcile all of our differences and be happy. I can't believe this is happening to me. Most of you will laugh, call me Dakemo. Most of you aren't old enough to know what a broken heart feels like.
She came over, and she was really short on the phone. Right off the bat I knew that was a bad sign. When she came over, she didn't even hug me to greet me, she sat me down and looked like she had been crying. She had a very stern look on her face.
Dakero: What did you do to Matt?
Account Ninety: Huh? Who?
Mary: Matt's in the hospital. They said that he had a broken arm, several broken ribs and a shattered nose! What did you do to him, you psycho?!?! He told me that a maniac with a patch over his eye attacked him!!!!
Dakero: But...but we were...you and him....you cheated on me with him!!! What was I supposed to do?!?!?
Mary: You were never supposed to know about that! Look, Account Ninety. You're a wonderful person, I love spending time with you, but Matt and I are ENGAGED! When he's in town, I am obligated to him!!!
Dakero: What?! Why didn't you ever tell me about this?!?!? This monster has stolen you from me!!! I can't deal with this!!! I can't believe this is happening to me!!!
Mary: I'm sorry, Account Ninety...it's over.
I crawled over to her, crying. Tears were everywhere. I grabbed onto her ankles and started pleading. Begging her to stay, I was sobbing so hard I could barely even get a spoken word out.
Dakero: Please, I'll die without you. I can't even imagine going back to the world the way it was before I met you!!!
Mary: Ugh...please...PLEASE Dakero...move on, for yourself and for me. I hope you can find some way to be happy again.
Dakero: Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
She left. The air still lingered of her perfume. That wonderful smile was still etched into my memory. I'm very drunk right now, I've already had an entire bottle of whiskey, and I have to go to ****ing work in 45 minutes. I would call in sick, but it's my first day. I can't believe this. I might never even see her again. None of you understand, damn it. None of you understand my pain. He...he will pay for this. He will pay dearly for what he's cost me!!!!!
Day 4 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ Just ****ing great. My first day on the job, and I'm fired.
This is the worst day of my life. My girlfriend just breaks up on me. Not an hour later, I have to be at work and I'm a total mess. I've been crying. I can't eat anything, because ANYTHING I eat I throw up less than five minutes later. I am a total wreck. WHen I come in, my manager asks me if I've been crying or something, and before I can even answer him he tells me that the phone calls are flooding in, and he needs me in the phone now.
I'm answering these people's questions, a lot of people ask me "Are you crying?" because I guess I sound that pathetic on the phone. One girl asks me what's wrong, and I tell her what happens and she's trying to make me feel better, but then my supervisor tells me to get off my personal call. I tell him it's not a personal call and tell the banker girl I'm sorry, and I have to go.
Well, it died down, and I was just reading my email. I'm surfing the web, all that, and all of a sudden my phone rings. "Son of a *****!" I yell, and answer it. The woman on the phone was so damn rude.
Dakero: Hello?!
Woman: I need to see when my next payment is.
Dakero: Well, look at a damn calendar.
Woman: Excuse ME?!?! What the **** did you just say to me!!!
Dakero: I said why don't you just have it written down on your calendar??
Rude woman: You want me to look at my own ****ing calendar? What are you here for?
Dakero: No, no, it's alright. I'll look it up for you, I'm a nice guy. What's the loan number?
Rude woman: **** you! You've got a ****ing attitude problem you *****! Let me talk to your ****ing supervisor!!!
I transfer her to him, and walk over to her cubical, and I can hear her yelling on the other line. My supervisor is giving me this angry look the whole time. All he says to her is "Alright. I'll take care of it ma'am." He gets off the phone with her, stands up to me (He is only 5'4'') and lets me have it.
Supervisor: You're FIRED, Dakero! Get your ass out of my building! There's no place in this industry with someone with your attitude!!!
I didn't even have the will to say something back, or hit him, or anything. I am an entirely broken man. I took my plant (the only thing decorating my desk) and left the place. I'm unemployed again. I can't believe this is all pouring down on me. No girlfriend, no job. This is the worst portion of my life. What am I going to do?!?!
Day 5 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ If I don't reply tomorrow, then I am dead.
As many of you know, my girlfriend and I have broken up. I tracked down the dude she was cheating on me with and jumped him, beat the **** out of him and put him in the hospital. Well, apparently he and her were engaged, and she was not happy when she found out about this. She dumped me on the spot, and I have been a complete mess since then. I am crying all hours of the day, even as I type this topic up. I haven't eaten in over 24 hours, everytime I try to eat something I spend 20 minutes throwing it up. The only way I got any sleep last night was by drinking until I blacked out on my kitchen table.
I am a total mess. Life isn't even worth living anymore. I feel like someone sapped all the color, fun, and enjoyment out of life and I'm just waiting to die, basically. I had his cell phone number from stealing it out of her phone, I decided to call him up and tell him what I thought of him. It was hard for me to call him, I didn't want to hear his voice. He's not a person to me. He's just the lowest scum of the Earth, and I won't be happy until I've gotten rid of him. Then it occured to me.
Matt: Hello?
Dakero: That arm still hurt?
Matt: **** you!! You ****ing psycho, you real tough when you sneak up on someone! My arm was reset, I might not be at 100%, but I'm ready for you if you want to try again, you ****!!!
Dakero: Exactly what I wanted to hear. Meet me at Blackbird Park tonight, 8:30. You better come strapped, because I am. *Click*
I am going to do my best to work a real meal in, so I have some more energy. Maybe try to work out, so I can stimulate blood flow through my muscles. Go through some breathing exercises, some speed drills with my nunchaku, and some other stuff. I am prepared. I am walking into this without the intention of walking out.
The park I told him to meet me at is a well known area for gang fights. It's in the worst part of town, and it's regular that there are shootings there. Gun shots are often not responded to for a while there, because the cops just like to let gang bangers kill each other off. Most likely, if either one of us falls (and one of us will), then it won't be too looked into. Just looked at as casualties of some gang war.
I am going into this prepared. But, I'm obviously in a weakened state right now. Physically, morally, every way possible. I have never been this hurt before, my heart is broken. I might not be coming out of this one, but I don't care anymore. I just don't. I just want to end him, so that I can move on with my life.
So, this is quite possibly goodbye, readers. It has been fun.
Day 6 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ I'm alive. It really is true. When the dream ends, the nightmare begins.
My life was a dream before she left me. Now, I'm on my last leg, barely alive, typing this from my ex-girlfriend's laptop laying in a bed after collapsing from a combination of blood loss and exhaustion.
No doubt many of you want answers. "Why didn't you post?!" "We thought you were dead, how could you do this to us?!" "What happened?!". I will answer all of those topics.
I went to the park around 7 or 8. I was still hung over from the heavy drinking, and I hadn't gotten more than 3 hours of sleep in 48 hours. I was a mess. My face was stubbly from facial hair. I had no reason to shave. I didn't care what I looked like anymore. The light of my life was gone. I only cared about one thing. Ending him. I saw him walk up, I recognized him from the other day, even in my altered state. He had been taken care of in a hospital, no doubt in much better condiiton. He had...that same smug smirk on his face. The same one when he was at lunch with Mary. The same one he probably wore while he was ****ing her. I hate him so much. I HATE him. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Matt: So, you actually had the balls to show up. I just want you to know, that I'm not even really interested in that *****. I'm just leading her on so I've got an easy lay when I'm in town on leave. I don't give a **** about her. How does that make you feel? You gonna cry about it?
Dakero: You're scum. I'm doing the world a favor by getting rid of you. I just want you to know this isn't going to be painless.
He drew his weapon before me. I was off my game, normally I would have had him beat, and put one in his head, two in his sternum before he could even get a bead on me, but exhaustion, alcoholism and depression were my real enemies in this fight. He fired off two shots, one missing me, and one hitting me in the shoulder knocking me over. I managed to draw and return fire and he ran for cover laughing. He kept firing at me until I did a dive roll over a park bench using it for cover. I waited for him to swerve around a tree to fire at me, and I shot my last bullet into his thigh, knocking him over. He frantically emptied his magazine in my direction, leaving us both wounded and without ammo. I saw some kid over in the corner walking his dog. He got scared and hid.
I charged at him, he managed to get to his feet right as I got to him. I swung at him as hard as I could punching him in the jaw. I gave him a one two in the stomach, and he grabbed my face slamming his knee into my nose, shattering it instantly. Blood was everywhere. He grabbed me by the face and slammed it into the asphalt, more blood. He stomped on my ribs with his good leg, crawled on top of me and began pounding my face in. I was unable to fight back. The throbbing pain in my shoulder combined with my depression and exhaustion. I just wanted him to kill me.
Then I thought of all the people who read this would be sad if I didn't reply here. All the female readers who dream all day about me. My fans that I inspire to stand up for themselves. All the people in thisqoels who depend on me. I saw him draw a knife and bring it into an overhead position ready to pound it into my skull. As he brought it down I caught him by the wrist.
Account Ninety: No...not today you ****...Not TODAY!!!
I powered out of the mounted position, in a display of almost superhuman strength throwing him off of me, into a tree. I got up. He rushed me with the knife. I finger jabbed him in the wrist popping his grip open and sending the knife flying. I grabbed his previously broken arm and hyperextended it, thereafter dropping my elbow onto it snapping it in half. He screamed in pain. I beat his face in with a variation of hook cross combo's. By the time I was done with him his face was a bloody pulpy mess. His blood was now everywhere.
I slammed his face into the trunk of a tree, continuing until the brown trunk was stained red. He looked so pathetic, broken and useless. I picked him up and looked into his face that I had destroyed. I spat in it, he made me sick. Throwing him to the ground, I came to one knee placing my hand underneath h is chin, and the other on the back of his head. I twisted my hips with every might left in my body and a loud *SNAP* echoed in the night's sky of the desolate park. Finally. Finally my arch nemesis was dead.
I limped back to my car, blood pouring out of the wound in my shoulder, from my mouth, nose, and my one remaining real eye. My vision was too blurry for me to even drive right. Somehow I managed to make it to my old ex-girlfriend Heather's house. Heather's a nurse, she's used to me showing up at random completely torn apart. When I got there, I begged her to let me type this up and update, but she told me that I needed to rest. Only now did she let me get on.
I'm going to have to lay low for a while. I need to heal. I'm a mess. Not only physically, but emotionally, mentally. This is no doubt the worst shape I've ever been in. But...sometimes, all you can do in a situation is survive.
Day 1 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ Over the weekend I found out my girlfriend is cheating on me.
Yeah, the one that I've been seeing seriously for a while now. This is really a hard hit to me and I don't know how to take it. I've been lied to in the past, but never by someone who I've felt so strongly for.
Basically, she's been canceling lunch with me everyday. I'm unemployed, so really, all I look forward to is getting called by her to pick up lunch. But, she stopped doing that, and whenever I called her she would give me some half baked excuse. I decided to do a little research. I figured at first that I was being paranoid about things, and that the foundation of a good relationship is trust and to just let it go, but I just caved and decided to see things for myself. Well, I saw a little more than I bargained for.
It had been days since I'd last seen her, so I hadn't shaved leaving me with a scruffy 5 O'clock shadow. I put a patch over my right eye so that I wouldn't stand out, and put on an overcoat. I followed her from work to where she was going to lunch with one of her girlfriend's and the guy that chick was dating. They met up at some sandwich deli with some creep. He had this smug smirk on his face, and when she got up to his table she kissed him on the cheek. I was pissed off from the start, but I just sat at a table behind them pretending to look at my menu whilst I watched them from behind.
He ****ing sat right next to her, had his hand on her thigh the entire time. Arm around her. From what it sounded like he's some creep on leave, and they used to date. So, I guess she thinks it's okay to play around while he's in town. I can't believe this is happening to me, I'm fighting against getting up and beating the **** out of this dude right in front of everyone but I know better. I know that the best method of revenge is to take your time with it.
She gets up, gives him this long kiss with a lot of tongue. I'm biting my lip ready to draw my knife on this fool, and then she walks by me and I hide my face with my menu.
I follow the dude to his car, take a picture of him with my phone. I also take a picture of the back of his car while he's driving away so I can have my friend run his license plate number. Later on, I checked my girlfriend's cell phone. She was sending him nude pictures, and there's all these dirty text messages. I couldn't ****ing believe it. When she got out of the shower, she put on a friendly face and hugged me like nothing was even going on. It took everything I had just to go with it. This guy thinks he's got me, well, I've got all his information and you can be damn sure that I'm going to do something with it.
Day 2 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ I confronted the guy that my girlfriend has been cheating on me with.
Some of you remember my topic from yesterday about my discovery that my girlfriend has been cheating on me. After investigating her cell phone I managed to find his address. Apparently she's been going to a place he's been staying at every day ****ing him through all hours of the night after telling me that she's going home. THere are all kinds of nudes in her phone she sent him and a bunch of dirty messages. It broke my heart reading all this. I decided it was time to go over to his house and pay him a visit.
I sat outside his house wearing a disguise. I had a black bandana tied across my forehead pushing my hair back, an eye patch so that I wouldn't stand out, and a 5 O'clock shadow concealing the finer details of my face. I watched his front yard early in the morning. Apparently he was on leave from the military, so no doubt he was an early riser. I got up and krept up to his house and hid in a bush, waiting for him to come out. Obviously the first thing he'd walk to was his car, and I would be waiting.
The same smug jerk came outside, eh was on his cell phone but fortuanatly he got off fast, so there wouldn't be any witnesses. I waited for him to get close to his car, then just as he opened his car I ran up behind him, grabbed him by the back of the head and kneed him in the spine. He fell over screaming in pain. He saw my face.
Scummy dude on leave: You...you're the guy form lunch yesterday...with the eye patch...
I slammed his face into the ground, shattering his nose upon impact. Blood was everywhere. His eyes were teared up, he couldn't even defend himself. I pulled his arm into the car door and slammed hit hard, fracturing it instantly. Splinters of bone were visible. He was crying out in pain, I had him in my mercy. I stood him up and laid him back against his car, punched him a couplet imes in the face, kneed him in the ribs, I was giving him the beating of his life time. Something they couldn't prepare him for in Basic Training, a war with Dakero. He tried to walk away, but I grabbed him by the shirt collar and tugged him toward me slamming my head into his already broken nose. He looked so pathetic. I let him drop to the ground while he sobbed in pain.
Dakero: If I see you again. I'll kill you. Stay the **** away from Mary.
I drove off, in my super charged Viper. I called Mary up and let her know I'd be dropping by. We went to get some breakfast, and had a good day today. Hopefully he'll stay out of my affairs from now on.
Day 3 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ It's over. My girlfriend dumped me. The girl I love is gone.
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
I thought everything would be fine since I took care of the scum bag she had been cheating on me with. I figured that as long as I removed the seed of corruption, we could reconcile all of our differences and be happy. I can't believe this is happening to me. Most of you will laugh, call me Dakemo. Most of you aren't old enough to know what a broken heart feels like.
She came over, and she was really short on the phone. Right off the bat I knew that was a bad sign. When she came over, she didn't even hug me to greet me, she sat me down and looked like she had been crying. She had a very stern look on her face.
Dakero: What did you do to Matt?
Account Ninety: Huh? Who?
Mary: Matt's in the hospital. They said that he had a broken arm, several broken ribs and a shattered nose! What did you do to him, you psycho?!?! He told me that a maniac with a patch over his eye attacked him!!!!
Dakero: But...but we were...you and him....you cheated on me with him!!! What was I supposed to do?!?!?
Mary: You were never supposed to know about that! Look, Account Ninety. You're a wonderful person, I love spending time with you, but Matt and I are ENGAGED! When he's in town, I am obligated to him!!!
Dakero: What?! Why didn't you ever tell me about this?!?!? This monster has stolen you from me!!! I can't deal with this!!! I can't believe this is happening to me!!!
Mary: I'm sorry, Account Ninety...it's over.
I crawled over to her, crying. Tears were everywhere. I grabbed onto her ankles and started pleading. Begging her to stay, I was sobbing so hard I could barely even get a spoken word out.
Dakero: Please, I'll die without you. I can't even imagine going back to the world the way it was before I met you!!!
Mary: Ugh...please...PLEASE Dakero...move on, for yourself and for me. I hope you can find some way to be happy again.
Dakero: Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
She left. The air still lingered of her perfume. That wonderful smile was still etched into my memory. I'm very drunk right now, I've already had an entire bottle of whiskey, and I have to go to ****ing work in 45 minutes. I would call in sick, but it's my first day. I can't believe this. I might never even see her again. None of you understand, damn it. None of you understand my pain. He...he will pay for this. He will pay dearly for what he's cost me!!!!!
Day 4 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ Just ****ing great. My first day on the job, and I'm fired.
This is the worst day of my life. My girlfriend just breaks up on me. Not an hour later, I have to be at work and I'm a total mess. I've been crying. I can't eat anything, because ANYTHING I eat I throw up less than five minutes later. I am a total wreck. WHen I come in, my manager asks me if I've been crying or something, and before I can even answer him he tells me that the phone calls are flooding in, and he needs me in the phone now.
I'm answering these people's questions, a lot of people ask me "Are you crying?" because I guess I sound that pathetic on the phone. One girl asks me what's wrong, and I tell her what happens and she's trying to make me feel better, but then my supervisor tells me to get off my personal call. I tell him it's not a personal call and tell the banker girl I'm sorry, and I have to go.
Well, it died down, and I was just reading my email. I'm surfing the web, all that, and all of a sudden my phone rings. "Son of a *****!" I yell, and answer it. The woman on the phone was so damn rude.
Dakero: Hello?!
Woman: I need to see when my next payment is.
Dakero: Well, look at a damn calendar.
Woman: Excuse ME?!?! What the **** did you just say to me!!!
Dakero: I said why don't you just have it written down on your calendar??
Rude woman: You want me to look at my own ****ing calendar? What are you here for?
Dakero: No, no, it's alright. I'll look it up for you, I'm a nice guy. What's the loan number?
Rude woman: **** you! You've got a ****ing attitude problem you *****! Let me talk to your ****ing supervisor!!!
I transfer her to him, and walk over to her cubical, and I can hear her yelling on the other line. My supervisor is giving me this angry look the whole time. All he says to her is "Alright. I'll take care of it ma'am." He gets off the phone with her, stands up to me (He is only 5'4'') and lets me have it.
Supervisor: You're FIRED, Dakero! Get your ass out of my building! There's no place in this industry with someone with your attitude!!!
I didn't even have the will to say something back, or hit him, or anything. I am an entirely broken man. I took my plant (the only thing decorating my desk) and left the place. I'm unemployed again. I can't believe this is all pouring down on me. No girlfriend, no job. This is the worst portion of my life. What am I going to do?!?!
Day 5 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ If I don't reply tomorrow, then I am dead.
As many of you know, my girlfriend and I have broken up. I tracked down the dude she was cheating on me with and jumped him, beat the **** out of him and put him in the hospital. Well, apparently he and her were engaged, and she was not happy when she found out about this. She dumped me on the spot, and I have been a complete mess since then. I am crying all hours of the day, even as I type this topic up. I haven't eaten in over 24 hours, everytime I try to eat something I spend 20 minutes throwing it up. The only way I got any sleep last night was by drinking until I blacked out on my kitchen table.
I am a total mess. Life isn't even worth living anymore. I feel like someone sapped all the color, fun, and enjoyment out of life and I'm just waiting to die, basically. I had his cell phone number from stealing it out of her phone, I decided to call him up and tell him what I thought of him. It was hard for me to call him, I didn't want to hear his voice. He's not a person to me. He's just the lowest scum of the Earth, and I won't be happy until I've gotten rid of him. Then it occured to me.
Matt: Hello?
Dakero: That arm still hurt?
Matt: **** you!! You ****ing psycho, you real tough when you sneak up on someone! My arm was reset, I might not be at 100%, but I'm ready for you if you want to try again, you ****!!!
Dakero: Exactly what I wanted to hear. Meet me at Blackbird Park tonight, 8:30. You better come strapped, because I am. *Click*
I am going to do my best to work a real meal in, so I have some more energy. Maybe try to work out, so I can stimulate blood flow through my muscles. Go through some breathing exercises, some speed drills with my nunchaku, and some other stuff. I am prepared. I am walking into this without the intention of walking out.
The park I told him to meet me at is a well known area for gang fights. It's in the worst part of town, and it's regular that there are shootings there. Gun shots are often not responded to for a while there, because the cops just like to let gang bangers kill each other off. Most likely, if either one of us falls (and one of us will), then it won't be too looked into. Just looked at as casualties of some gang war.
I am going into this prepared. But, I'm obviously in a weakened state right now. Physically, morally, every way possible. I have never been this hurt before, my heart is broken. I might not be coming out of this one, but I don't care anymore. I just don't. I just want to end him, so that I can move on with my life.
So, this is quite possibly goodbye, readers. It has been fun.
Day 6 ~ Girlfriend's Cheating Saga ~ I'm alive. It really is true. When the dream ends, the nightmare begins.
My life was a dream before she left me. Now, I'm on my last leg, barely alive, typing this from my ex-girlfriend's laptop laying in a bed after collapsing from a combination of blood loss and exhaustion.
No doubt many of you want answers. "Why didn't you post?!" "We thought you were dead, how could you do this to us?!" "What happened?!". I will answer all of those topics.
I went to the park around 7 or 8. I was still hung over from the heavy drinking, and I hadn't gotten more than 3 hours of sleep in 48 hours. I was a mess. My face was stubbly from facial hair. I had no reason to shave. I didn't care what I looked like anymore. The light of my life was gone. I only cared about one thing. Ending him. I saw him walk up, I recognized him from the other day, even in my altered state. He had been taken care of in a hospital, no doubt in much better condiiton. He had...that same smug smirk on his face. The same one when he was at lunch with Mary. The same one he probably wore while he was ****ing her. I hate him so much. I HATE him. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Matt: So, you actually had the balls to show up. I just want you to know, that I'm not even really interested in that *****. I'm just leading her on so I've got an easy lay when I'm in town on leave. I don't give a **** about her. How does that make you feel? You gonna cry about it?
Dakero: You're scum. I'm doing the world a favor by getting rid of you. I just want you to know this isn't going to be painless.
He drew his weapon before me. I was off my game, normally I would have had him beat, and put one in his head, two in his sternum before he could even get a bead on me, but exhaustion, alcoholism and depression were my real enemies in this fight. He fired off two shots, one missing me, and one hitting me in the shoulder knocking me over. I managed to draw and return fire and he ran for cover laughing. He kept firing at me until I did a dive roll over a park bench using it for cover. I waited for him to swerve around a tree to fire at me, and I shot my last bullet into his thigh, knocking him over. He frantically emptied his magazine in my direction, leaving us both wounded and without ammo. I saw some kid over in the corner walking his dog. He got scared and hid.
I charged at him, he managed to get to his feet right as I got to him. I swung at him as hard as I could punching him in the jaw. I gave him a one two in the stomach, and he grabbed my face slamming his knee into my nose, shattering it instantly. Blood was everywhere. He grabbed me by the face and slammed it into the asphalt, more blood. He stomped on my ribs with his good leg, crawled on top of me and began pounding my face in. I was unable to fight back. The throbbing pain in my shoulder combined with my depression and exhaustion. I just wanted him to kill me.
Then I thought of all the people who read this would be sad if I didn't reply here. All the female readers who dream all day about me. My fans that I inspire to stand up for themselves. All the people in thisqoels who depend on me. I saw him draw a knife and bring it into an overhead position ready to pound it into my skull. As he brought it down I caught him by the wrist.
Account Ninety: No...not today you ****...Not TODAY!!!
I powered out of the mounted position, in a display of almost superhuman strength throwing him off of me, into a tree. I got up. He rushed me with the knife. I finger jabbed him in the wrist popping his grip open and sending the knife flying. I grabbed his previously broken arm and hyperextended it, thereafter dropping my elbow onto it snapping it in half. He screamed in pain. I beat his face in with a variation of hook cross combo's. By the time I was done with him his face was a bloody pulpy mess. His blood was now everywhere.
I slammed his face into the trunk of a tree, continuing until the brown trunk was stained red. He looked so pathetic, broken and useless. I picked him up and looked into his face that I had destroyed. I spat in it, he made me sick. Throwing him to the ground, I came to one knee placing my hand underneath h is chin, and the other on the back of his head. I twisted my hips with every might left in my body and a loud *SNAP* echoed in the night's sky of the desolate park. Finally. Finally my arch nemesis was dead.
I limped back to my car, blood pouring out of the wound in my shoulder, from my mouth, nose, and my one remaining real eye. My vision was too blurry for me to even drive right. Somehow I managed to make it to my old ex-girlfriend Heather's house. Heather's a nurse, she's used to me showing up at random completely torn apart. When I got there, I begged her to let me type this up and update, but she told me that I needed to rest. Only now did she let me get on.
I'm going to have to lay low for a while. I need to heal. I'm a mess. Not only physically, but emotionally, mentally. This is no doubt the worst shape I've ever been in. But...sometimes, all you can do in a situation is survive.
Kittens!
October, 2007
Just rescued a litter of kittens from an evil cat fighter.
As some of you are aware, I am currently living off of unemployment, and a $10,000 line of credit that I applied for which is interest free for the next six months. I'd say that gives me reason ot be pretty comfortable without a full time job for now. So I spend a lot of time patrolling my streets, making sure everyone's safe on my block. Given who I am, it's my responsibility. So, usually I take about 3 walks a day, one in the morning, then every 5 hours after that. I saw a suspicious looking guy in a Michael Vick jersey walking down the street, with a box in his arms. Automatically I was going to walk over to him, tear that rag off of him and tell him to get off my street, but I wanted to see what was inside the box.
I stepped up to the guy, he tried to avoid me, but I made eye contact with him. Let him know I was following him. He stopped, and waited for me. I caught up, peeked inside the box. There were a bunch of kittens, and a couple pugs puppies inside. I think something's wrong right off the bat, this guy's wearing that Jersey, he couldn't possibly be an animal lover. Plus he didn't look the type, being an animal lover myself, I could tell.
Dakero: So, you uhhh....you selling those animals to some kids?
Vick fan: Nah man, I'm selling them to a friend of mine. See, kitten and pug fighting's getting pretty big. People want to see these lap dogs, and house pets really become brutal killers, tear each other apart and ****. Way different game than pitbulls.
Dakero: You're...you're telling me you're going to....raise these kittens and pugs...in some sort of sick FIGHT league? That's what you're going to do?
Vick fan: Yeah. During my time in the Army, I met a lot of dudes woulda paid to see this. I'm gonna make a quick buck off this, no shirt off my back you know?
Dakero: You...son of a.....
I couldn't hold myself back. I threw a wide haymacker snapping his jaw instantly, leaving it hanging by it's remaining hinge. He dropped the box of small animals. Kittens were everywhere. I grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the asphalt, causing a litter of cracked teeth and blood to spray everywhere. I grabbed him underneath the chin, and by the pack of the head and twisted my entire body with my hips, the snapping of his neck wringing out through the community.
I collected the small animals and made sure they all had good homes. I left him on the street as a reminder to the rest of the scum to stay off my block. I will have to lay low for a while.
Just rescued a litter of kittens from an evil cat fighter.
As some of you are aware, I am currently living off of unemployment, and a $10,000 line of credit that I applied for which is interest free for the next six months. I'd say that gives me reason ot be pretty comfortable without a full time job for now. So I spend a lot of time patrolling my streets, making sure everyone's safe on my block. Given who I am, it's my responsibility. So, usually I take about 3 walks a day, one in the morning, then every 5 hours after that. I saw a suspicious looking guy in a Michael Vick jersey walking down the street, with a box in his arms. Automatically I was going to walk over to him, tear that rag off of him and tell him to get off my street, but I wanted to see what was inside the box.
I stepped up to the guy, he tried to avoid me, but I made eye contact with him. Let him know I was following him. He stopped, and waited for me. I caught up, peeked inside the box. There were a bunch of kittens, and a couple pugs puppies inside. I think something's wrong right off the bat, this guy's wearing that Jersey, he couldn't possibly be an animal lover. Plus he didn't look the type, being an animal lover myself, I could tell.
Dakero: So, you uhhh....you selling those animals to some kids?
Vick fan: Nah man, I'm selling them to a friend of mine. See, kitten and pug fighting's getting pretty big. People want to see these lap dogs, and house pets really become brutal killers, tear each other apart and ****. Way different game than pitbulls.
Dakero: You're...you're telling me you're going to....raise these kittens and pugs...in some sort of sick FIGHT league? That's what you're going to do?
Vick fan: Yeah. During my time in the Army, I met a lot of dudes woulda paid to see this. I'm gonna make a quick buck off this, no shirt off my back you know?
Dakero: You...son of a.....
I couldn't hold myself back. I threw a wide haymacker snapping his jaw instantly, leaving it hanging by it's remaining hinge. He dropped the box of small animals. Kittens were everywhere. I grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the asphalt, causing a litter of cracked teeth and blood to spray everywhere. I grabbed him underneath the chin, and by the pack of the head and twisted my entire body with my hips, the snapping of his neck wringing out through the community.
I collected the small animals and made sure they all had good homes. I left him on the street as a reminder to the rest of the scum to stay off my block. I will have to lay low for a while.
Employment Opportunity
October, 2007
Today I was approved for a $10,000 line of credit.
As many of you know, I am unemployed right now. However, I managed to provide false proof of current employment for the last six months. Since I've had a savings account with Chase for this long, they said that I qualify for a $10,000 line of credit with no interest within the first 6 months, so I'll be able to live off of this $10,000 for the next six months easily. On top of this, with my unemployment check, I will be living like a star.
Today I was approved for a $10,000 line of credit.
As many of you know, I am unemployed right now. However, I managed to provide false proof of current employment for the last six months. Since I've had a savings account with Chase for this long, they said that I qualify for a $10,000 line of credit with no interest within the first 6 months, so I'll be able to live off of this $10,000 for the next six months easily. On top of this, with my unemployment check, I will be living like a star.
Church Confessional
October, 2007
I tried to go to a confession over the weekend and the Priest told me to get out
I have never been a very religious person. I've always tried to cast aside the dogmatic guide lines of modern religion, and be what I define is a good person, with the wisdom that I have acquired. But a lot of things lately have made me question my own spirituality. How I should act. I suppose that I've made some mistakes, done some "bad" things in the past. So this weekend I saught "retribution".
It doesn't come easy. I went to the closest church to my house. I didn't see a no weapons sign so I decided to go in strapped anyway. You never know when heat could come down. I went into the confession booth, and decided to sing.
Priest: What have you to confess today, my son?
Dakero: I've done a hell of a lot of bad things, Father. I've never been the religious type, but I guess it's time I make apologies for some of the stuff I've done.
Priest: What evils have you confessed?
Dakero: Just last week I beat the **** out of some vet because I refused to salute this American flag he had out front. I banged his girlfriend right after and haven't called her since. Before that, I jumped a dude, was on leave visiting his family, but I warned him not to come here again. This chick who's engaged, I've been having all kinds of sex with her cause she's not really sure of the marriage. Uhh, there's a bunch of other stuff, but I don't know if you want to sit here and hear about it all. Some of it I'm not really allowed to talk about.
Priest: My God, man...is this some kind of a joke? WHy do you have such animosity towards the men defending our freedom? I was a soldier in my time...
Dakero: Oh great, a bias Priest. Look, father, I came here to be absolved, not further judged. I admit that I sort of feel bad about some of that stuff, and I want you to do your thing. My personal opinions don't have anything to do with this.
Priest: I won't absolve an abomination such as you.
He got out of his booth and opened my door, grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me out. I was surpirsed at his bravery/stupidity.
Priest: The men and women are sacrificing their lives to do God's will, and YOU would make a mockery of them?!?!
Laying his hands on me was one thing, but now he was giving me a political speech I didn't agree with. I grabbed both his wrists and snapped them back releasing his grip from me. I pulled him in close kneeing him in the stomach taking the breath out of him. A few of the people watching were shocked, and ran away in free. Grabbing him by the back I slammed him into the confessional booth breaking through the wood, then dragged him out and slammed his face into a tray of holy water. Holy water was everywhere. I left him in a crumpled mess at my feet, disgusted with him. If they don't want to forgive me, then they're elitists. I came in piece, and he assaulted me. What I did was pure self defense, I didn't even use my weapon (like I should have).
That is the last time I give that a chance.
I tried to go to a confession over the weekend and the Priest told me to get out
I have never been a very religious person. I've always tried to cast aside the dogmatic guide lines of modern religion, and be what I define is a good person, with the wisdom that I have acquired. But a lot of things lately have made me question my own spirituality. How I should act. I suppose that I've made some mistakes, done some "bad" things in the past. So this weekend I saught "retribution".
It doesn't come easy. I went to the closest church to my house. I didn't see a no weapons sign so I decided to go in strapped anyway. You never know when heat could come down. I went into the confession booth, and decided to sing.
Priest: What have you to confess today, my son?
Dakero: I've done a hell of a lot of bad things, Father. I've never been the religious type, but I guess it's time I make apologies for some of the stuff I've done.
Priest: What evils have you confessed?
Dakero: Just last week I beat the **** out of some vet because I refused to salute this American flag he had out front. I banged his girlfriend right after and haven't called her since. Before that, I jumped a dude, was on leave visiting his family, but I warned him not to come here again. This chick who's engaged, I've been having all kinds of sex with her cause she's not really sure of the marriage. Uhh, there's a bunch of other stuff, but I don't know if you want to sit here and hear about it all. Some of it I'm not really allowed to talk about.
Priest: My God, man...is this some kind of a joke? WHy do you have such animosity towards the men defending our freedom? I was a soldier in my time...
Dakero: Oh great, a bias Priest. Look, father, I came here to be absolved, not further judged. I admit that I sort of feel bad about some of that stuff, and I want you to do your thing. My personal opinions don't have anything to do with this.
Priest: I won't absolve an abomination such as you.
He got out of his booth and opened my door, grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me out. I was surpirsed at his bravery/stupidity.
Priest: The men and women are sacrificing their lives to do God's will, and YOU would make a mockery of them?!?!
Laying his hands on me was one thing, but now he was giving me a political speech I didn't agree with. I grabbed both his wrists and snapped them back releasing his grip from me. I pulled him in close kneeing him in the stomach taking the breath out of him. A few of the people watching were shocked, and ran away in free. Grabbing him by the back I slammed him into the confessional booth breaking through the wood, then dragged him out and slammed his face into a tray of holy water. Holy water was everywhere. I left him in a crumpled mess at my feet, disgusted with him. If they don't want to forgive me, then they're elitists. I came in piece, and he assaulted me. What I did was pure self defense, I didn't even use my weapon (like I should have).
That is the last time I give that a chance.
High School Bully
October, 2007
After all these years, I ran into my old bully. This time, I stood up to him.
Believe it or not, I used to get picked on in highschool every now and then. I wasn't as tough a guy back then. I could still hold my own, I fought people when they crossed the line. But this guy was way bigger than me, and he really had it in for me.
Basically, since I'm unemployed, last night I was at a party. So I'm talking to this girl, who's about my age and she's talking to me about what highschool I used to go to. I tell her, and she looks surprised. "Oh! That's where Jarrod used to go!!". As soon as I hear his name my blood froze. I knew who she was talking about right off the bat. This guy was the worst bully I ever had, one time he stole all my clothes, de-boxered me and threw me into the girl's locker room. Later on in the year, he took some girl I had a huge crush on to the prom, and he sent me pictures of her naked that he got that night. I was depressed all summer.
Well, now let me tell you guys how Jarrod helped me. See, since I got beat up by this guy a lot, I always thought it'd be cool to be the guy dishing the pain out and not receiving it. I got a gym membership, bought some WHEY protein. Soon I was lifting, and packing on more and more strength. I didn't look much different, but my numbers didn't lie. After about a year of weight training, I enrolled in Kyokushin Karate, a hard contact fighting style, and Brazilian Jujitsu, so I'd know what happens if it goes to the ground. Now, not only was I strong, but I could fight too.
I ask her where he is, and she tells me. I walk out back, and see him chatting with some guys by the pool. He's got this real smug smirk on his face, laughing it up with them. I can tell this dude has not changed a bit. He sees me walking up to him, and I lock eyes with him.
Jarrod: Hey! Dakero!! How you been, man???
Dakero: Much better now that I can live without being harrassed everyday.
Jarrod: Oh, man, Dak, you don't want to talk about that. Come on, man. It's been years, we're past that now. Have a beer, bro, that's all in the past.
Dakero: And that's the problem, Jarrod. The past never fades. I can remember everything. You thought it was funny. Depansting me, and then handcuffing me to the flag pole. Beating me up in front of my girlfriend, and then taking her behind the auditorium. Telling my parents that I was ***. You enjoyed it all.
Jarrod: Come on, man...I was immature back then. I've changed, and I really regret what happened. I think back to what I did, and I think 'How could I put this guy through all this?'. It was an immature phase, I was just doing it to impress people. I'm a changed person, I'm enlisting in the Army and I'm shipping out tomorrow.
Dakero: Well, your friends are right there. Why don't you try impressing them now? Come on, step up.
Jarrod: Now Dakero...
Dakero: C'mon, Jarrod. I'm right here.
I stepped up to him, he was still bigger than me but he could tell I was no longer helpless. I shoved him once so he knew I was serious. He pointed his finger out to me warning me.
Jarrod: Don't come any closer.
I had a huge smirk on my face. See, Jarrod just hyper extended the smallest joint in his body for me. I grabbed his finger in my hand and twisted it around his arm. I grabbed him by the shirt collar behind and took him to the ground. Some girls started screaming, guys were telling me to stop, so I slammed his face hard into the pavement, breaking his nose, but that wasn't enough. I climbed on top of him and started beating him with my fists, he was completely helpless and couldn't do anything. Finally some dude ran out with a stun gun, and tazed me in the back of the neck. They dragged me away and dumped me in someone's bed to chill out for a while, but I showed him. That guy is going to regret what he did for the rest of his life.
After all these years, I ran into my old bully. This time, I stood up to him.
Believe it or not, I used to get picked on in highschool every now and then. I wasn't as tough a guy back then. I could still hold my own, I fought people when they crossed the line. But this guy was way bigger than me, and he really had it in for me.
Basically, since I'm unemployed, last night I was at a party. So I'm talking to this girl, who's about my age and she's talking to me about what highschool I used to go to. I tell her, and she looks surprised. "Oh! That's where Jarrod used to go!!". As soon as I hear his name my blood froze. I knew who she was talking about right off the bat. This guy was the worst bully I ever had, one time he stole all my clothes, de-boxered me and threw me into the girl's locker room. Later on in the year, he took some girl I had a huge crush on to the prom, and he sent me pictures of her naked that he got that night. I was depressed all summer.
Well, now let me tell you guys how Jarrod helped me. See, since I got beat up by this guy a lot, I always thought it'd be cool to be the guy dishing the pain out and not receiving it. I got a gym membership, bought some WHEY protein. Soon I was lifting, and packing on more and more strength. I didn't look much different, but my numbers didn't lie. After about a year of weight training, I enrolled in Kyokushin Karate, a hard contact fighting style, and Brazilian Jujitsu, so I'd know what happens if it goes to the ground. Now, not only was I strong, but I could fight too.
I ask her where he is, and she tells me. I walk out back, and see him chatting with some guys by the pool. He's got this real smug smirk on his face, laughing it up with them. I can tell this dude has not changed a bit. He sees me walking up to him, and I lock eyes with him.
Jarrod: Hey! Dakero!! How you been, man???
Dakero: Much better now that I can live without being harrassed everyday.
Jarrod: Oh, man, Dak, you don't want to talk about that. Come on, man. It's been years, we're past that now. Have a beer, bro, that's all in the past.
Dakero: And that's the problem, Jarrod. The past never fades. I can remember everything. You thought it was funny. Depansting me, and then handcuffing me to the flag pole. Beating me up in front of my girlfriend, and then taking her behind the auditorium. Telling my parents that I was ***. You enjoyed it all.
Jarrod: Come on, man...I was immature back then. I've changed, and I really regret what happened. I think back to what I did, and I think 'How could I put this guy through all this?'. It was an immature phase, I was just doing it to impress people. I'm a changed person, I'm enlisting in the Army and I'm shipping out tomorrow.
Dakero: Well, your friends are right there. Why don't you try impressing them now? Come on, step up.
Jarrod: Now Dakero...
Dakero: C'mon, Jarrod. I'm right here.
I stepped up to him, he was still bigger than me but he could tell I was no longer helpless. I shoved him once so he knew I was serious. He pointed his finger out to me warning me.
Jarrod: Don't come any closer.
I had a huge smirk on my face. See, Jarrod just hyper extended the smallest joint in his body for me. I grabbed his finger in my hand and twisted it around his arm. I grabbed him by the shirt collar behind and took him to the ground. Some girls started screaming, guys were telling me to stop, so I slammed his face hard into the pavement, breaking his nose, but that wasn't enough. I climbed on top of him and started beating him with my fists, he was completely helpless and couldn't do anything. Finally some dude ran out with a stun gun, and tazed me in the back of the neck. They dragged me away and dumped me in someone's bed to chill out for a while, but I showed him. That guy is going to regret what he did for the rest of his life.
Jericho Sladec saga
Part 1: Burning Down The House
AccountThirty
Posted 9/10/2007 1:18:28 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic last week. I told you all that I am resigning myself to a life of peace to live with my girlfriend now that I have freed her from the clutches of her over controlling jerk of a father. I really wanted everything to be happy, and for nothing to come between us again. It seems that even a single moment of happiness is too much for me to ask, because every moment of happiness is only a prelude to my own personal suffering. It has begun once again.
This happened yesterday, we were painting the new apartment we moved into together, I didn't even have most of my stuff together. We were both getting hungry.
Mary: I'm getting hungry, Account Thirty. Think....maybe you could run across the street and get us some sandwiches from the deli?
Account Thirty: Anything for you, Pretty Bird.
Mary: Aww..you're so sweet.
She kissed me on the cheek. Finally, I had something worth holding on to. I left the apartment to get the sandwiches. On my way through the hall I saw a rather suspicious man walking down the hall. Sunglasses on, baseball cap, stood about 6'1''. Scruffy beard. Was carrying a box. I didn't think anything of it, and I can really tell that I'm letting my guard drop. I'm getting old. I should have tailed him, I should have beaten his identity out of him.
When I got back with the sandwiches it was too quiet. Mary wasn't anywhere to be found. I searched the entire house with my Glock drawn and pointed anywhere danger could emerge before I even noticed the monotnous *BEEP BEEP* of my answering machine. After securing the area, I tapped the button to let the audio play.
There was nothing but silence. Three seconds in, it dawned on me. I had seen this trick before. I grabbed a nearby box of stuff and threw it through the glass window of our bedroom, thereafter diving out of it three stories down onto the asphalt only seconds before my entire apartment errupted with a silence shattering *BOOM* and a fiery eruption. Charred debris fluttered out of my window. The bomb was just big enough to light my apartment up and set the building on fire.
Someone has kidnapped my girlfriend and made a professional attempt on my life. And I swear on my GameFAQs account, I am going to find out who. Blood WILL be everywhere.
Part 2: The Man Behind the Mystery
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625
I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.
Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.
Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...
Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?
Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...
Brute named "Derek": I can take him...
Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!
Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...
Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.
The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.
Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?
Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.
It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.
He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.
Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.
Part 3: Machine Gun Showdown
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:30 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic about my girlfriend being kidnapped, and thereafter having a run in with my old partner. The most dangerous g-man that I've ever had the misfortune of working with, a guy who's had killing as his hobby since he was in grade school. Our brief encounter ended in a draw, but I had to hijack a cab and gain as much distance as possible. This could quite possibly be my last adventure.
I ditched the cab and driver when he drove me into a shadier part of town, I know that Jericho wouldn't be far behind me. I kept thinking about our last encounter. The last time I saw him we were fighting bare handed in a mine field. I thought I left him for dead, but I never managed to confirm the kill. He was an expert tracker, and no doubt already closing in on my position. I waited for him with only two magazines left in my Glock inside of a completely vacant warehouse. I barricaded the back entrance and made sure that I had the front covered. Now it was just a waiting game.
I had my gun pointed at the double doors of the warehouse for four hours straight. I had gotten no sleep, and no food since the diner. My eyelids were beginning to get heavy and all of my senses distorted. I kept thinking I was hearing things and then finding out it was a cat, or something. I started to think that I should settle in for the night, and began doing so against my will.
I must have blacked out or something, because before I know it I sprung awake and jumped away from my current position narrowly escaping a blade to the throat. I landed on my back and emptied a magazine in the position I just left, and the sadistic **** had somehow snuck in right behind me with a 9 inch blade. My .45 slugs did nothing to the dragon skin armor he had on. I scrambled to reload my last magazine. He pulled his Tery TMP. I ran for cover narrowly escaping a hail of .9mm rounds which somehow managed to not completely drown out his maniacal laughter.
Account Thirty: What's with the ****** machine gun?!?!
Jericho: Remember when I ripped out that eye? I told you it'd make you a better shot. Didn't want to take any chances with a real gun fight. Told them I wouldn't go in without some decent armor, either.
Account Thirty: Who's 'them'? Still running wet jobs and errands for Uncle Sam, or is it just your hobby now?
I could hear him loading a fresh hi-cap magazine into the TMP. I racked a round into my Glock's chamber.
Jericho: You've incapacitated nearly a third of the United States Army. At this rate they're gonna have to reinstate the draft, and then it'll be the 1970's all over again. You just pissed off the wrong people this time.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:41 AM
message detail Account Thirty: Oh yeah? Well, I hope they're paying you enough to die for them!!!
I veered around the corner, this time not firing at his body, but firing at the submachine gun in his hand. He raised it my way, but I had the jump on him. I always had better reflexes. I used my entire remaining magazine, and somehow I got a lucky shot. One of my .45 rounds lodged into the barrel of his submachine gun just as he pulled the trigger to fire. The barrel banana split from the pressure of the compressed gases inside and the entire weapon exploded in his hand.
Jericho: Son of a *****!!!!!!
I rushed him while he was stunned, spinning my empty Glock around in my hand and swinging it at his face like a club. I beat the heavy slide of the weapon against his face, causing more indistinquishable curses of pain. He soaked up the damage I was doing with my new club like a sponge and palmed my face. He slammed the back of my head through a nearby storage crate. He threw me against the wall then kicked me in the ribs. Two of them gave in, another one felt like it cracked. He then slapped the weapon out of my hand sending it to the floor. He slammed my face into the foundational flooring of the warehouse cracking concrete. My nose shattered. Blood was everywhere.
I desperately pulled a grip knife tucked under my belt out of it's sheath and stuck it in his leg. While he recoiled in pain trying desperately to pull it out of his thigh I did my best to recollect myself and dive out of a nearby window, getting a running start as far as I could manage. In the confusion that ensued, I left my empty Glock. He walked over to collect his trophy, picking it up off the floor.
Jericho: Huh....Dakero's Glock. ****in' cool.
It won't be much longer. I am almost completely out of weapons, and I am exhausted on energy. I don't even know if my girlfriend's still alive and by the end of this I may not be either. This could very well be my last topic on GFAQs.
Part 4: Defusing an Atomic Situation – Dakero style
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:46 AM
message detail Many of you remember my previous topics talking about my past coming back to haunt me. A vicious contract killer was sent on my trail and kidnapped my girlfriend as bait. Two run in's with him have nearly left me dead, severely injured and weaponless. In my last encounter he broke three of my ribs and managed to take my Glock from me, it has almost appeared that all was lost. I only had one advantage.
I managed to find the place the scum bag was hiding out. The top floor of a vacant building that was set for demolition next week. Obviously he planned on finishing the job before then. I sat watching him through the sky light curl with a 60 lb kettlebell with my girlfriend tied up laying on a bed in the same paint stained clothing from the last day I saw her. I was trying to put a plan of action together, but I had no real weapons on me. He had taken off the dragon skin armor that was giving me so much trouble in the past, and put all his weapons away. If there was any time to strike, it was now.
I jumped through the sky light getting the initial surprise on him. He looked in total surprise as I fell through the roof tackling him and rolling to the ground. I grabbed a large shard of glass as I hit the floor and began stabbing him with it. As it became more clear to him what happened he caught my fist and closed my hand around the glass, shattering it and cutting into my hand. He then threw me against the wall catching his breath.
Jericho: You..how the **** did you find me?!?
Account Thirty: My Glock you took? I stuffed a bug in it before I started clubbing you with it. I knew you couldn't resist it, and I was right. You ****ed up.
Mary: Is that you, Account Thirty? Oh thank God!
Jericho: Shut up, *****!!!
Account Thirty: Just hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be done with this in a minute.
Jericho: This just saves me the trouble of tracking you down again. Now, we can fight as warriors. Hand to hand. It is the basis for all combat.
Account Thirty: Have at you, Sladec.
He rushed me, and we began hammering away at each other with our bare fists. Each punch traded became exponentially harder. More of a slug fest than anything. Just as his fist collided with my nose, my fist collided with his, both of them shattering instantly. Blood was everywhere. I kicked him hard in the knee and grabbed a nearby telephone slinging it around his throat trying to choke him to death. He managed to severe the line with a shard of glass, then stabbed it in my thigh.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:57 AM
message detail While I was stunned, he wrapped his hands around my throat choking the life of me, strangling me against the nearby bed. Everything was going black. I was choked up a mouth full of blood. It was everywhere. I desperately reached for something to hit him with as my life was fading. I fixed my grip around the 60 lb kettlebell he was earlier working out with and swung it across his face knocking him five feet away completely dazed.
We were both panting for breath. He grabbed a heavy paperweight and rushed me to cave my skull in. Swinging it overhead, I grabbed a nearby book and jammed his arm with the spine of the hardcover. I slammed the base of the spine against his bare foot, causing him against to scream in pain, thereafter shoving it against his throat and pushing him into the bathroom. Using the close quarters of the confined room he fed me a knee and then elbowed mebreaking it over the top of my skull nearly knocking me unconscious. I practically started throwing up blood there. Grabbing me by the throat he slammed me threw the medicine cabinet of the bathroom causing a bunch of various items to fall out. I saw a can of hair spray.
He rushed back to the apartment room and pulled his 9 inch combat blade from a sheath under the bed. I had to think fast, there was no way I could take him with that thing unarmed. I grabbed the nearby can of hair spray and pulled my zippo lighter out of my pocket hoping it still had fluid in it. I lit it and sprayed the flammible liquid all over him. His entire body became enveloped in fire. He tried to rush me, but I push kicked him back.
Jericho: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH IT'S NOT OVER YET DAKERO!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He dived out of the window of the apartment studio, falling 40 stories to the artificial man-made lake outside screaming all the way until he hit the surface of the water.
Account Thirty: See you in hell, Sladec.
I untied and un-blind folded my girlfriend right there. We started making out and had sex in that dirty, vacant apartment studio. I took her home. Everything is again as it should be, I am now safe from the worst fight I have ever been in. I am going to have to lay low for a while, and take it easy until my injuries recover. See you next adventure.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/10/2007 1:18:28 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic last week. I told you all that I am resigning myself to a life of peace to live with my girlfriend now that I have freed her from the clutches of her over controlling jerk of a father. I really wanted everything to be happy, and for nothing to come between us again. It seems that even a single moment of happiness is too much for me to ask, because every moment of happiness is only a prelude to my own personal suffering. It has begun once again.
This happened yesterday, we were painting the new apartment we moved into together, I didn't even have most of my stuff together. We were both getting hungry.
Mary: I'm getting hungry, Account Thirty. Think....maybe you could run across the street and get us some sandwiches from the deli?
Account Thirty: Anything for you, Pretty Bird.
Mary: Aww..you're so sweet.
She kissed me on the cheek. Finally, I had something worth holding on to. I left the apartment to get the sandwiches. On my way through the hall I saw a rather suspicious man walking down the hall. Sunglasses on, baseball cap, stood about 6'1''. Scruffy beard. Was carrying a box. I didn't think anything of it, and I can really tell that I'm letting my guard drop. I'm getting old. I should have tailed him, I should have beaten his identity out of him.
When I got back with the sandwiches it was too quiet. Mary wasn't anywhere to be found. I searched the entire house with my Glock drawn and pointed anywhere danger could emerge before I even noticed the monotnous *BEEP BEEP* of my answering machine. After securing the area, I tapped the button to let the audio play.
There was nothing but silence. Three seconds in, it dawned on me. I had seen this trick before. I grabbed a nearby box of stuff and threw it through the glass window of our bedroom, thereafter diving out of it three stories down onto the asphalt only seconds before my entire apartment errupted with a silence shattering *BOOM* and a fiery eruption. Charred debris fluttered out of my window. The bomb was just big enough to light my apartment up and set the building on fire.
Someone has kidnapped my girlfriend and made a professional attempt on my life. And I swear on my GameFAQs account, I am going to find out who. Blood WILL be everywhere.
Part 2: The Man Behind the Mystery
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625
I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.
Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.
Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...
Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?
Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...
Brute named "Derek": I can take him...
Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!
Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...
Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.
The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.
Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?
Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.
It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.
He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.
Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.
Part 3: Machine Gun Showdown
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:30 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic about my girlfriend being kidnapped, and thereafter having a run in with my old partner. The most dangerous g-man that I've ever had the misfortune of working with, a guy who's had killing as his hobby since he was in grade school. Our brief encounter ended in a draw, but I had to hijack a cab and gain as much distance as possible. This could quite possibly be my last adventure.
I ditched the cab and driver when he drove me into a shadier part of town, I know that Jericho wouldn't be far behind me. I kept thinking about our last encounter. The last time I saw him we were fighting bare handed in a mine field. I thought I left him for dead, but I never managed to confirm the kill. He was an expert tracker, and no doubt already closing in on my position. I waited for him with only two magazines left in my Glock inside of a completely vacant warehouse. I barricaded the back entrance and made sure that I had the front covered. Now it was just a waiting game.
I had my gun pointed at the double doors of the warehouse for four hours straight. I had gotten no sleep, and no food since the diner. My eyelids were beginning to get heavy and all of my senses distorted. I kept thinking I was hearing things and then finding out it was a cat, or something. I started to think that I should settle in for the night, and began doing so against my will.
I must have blacked out or something, because before I know it I sprung awake and jumped away from my current position narrowly escaping a blade to the throat. I landed on my back and emptied a magazine in the position I just left, and the sadistic **** had somehow snuck in right behind me with a 9 inch blade. My .45 slugs did nothing to the dragon skin armor he had on. I scrambled to reload my last magazine. He pulled his Tery TMP. I ran for cover narrowly escaping a hail of .9mm rounds which somehow managed to not completely drown out his maniacal laughter.
Account Thirty: What's with the ****** machine gun?!?!
Jericho: Remember when I ripped out that eye? I told you it'd make you a better shot. Didn't want to take any chances with a real gun fight. Told them I wouldn't go in without some decent armor, either.
Account Thirty: Who's 'them'? Still running wet jobs and errands for Uncle Sam, or is it just your hobby now?
I could hear him loading a fresh hi-cap magazine into the TMP. I racked a round into my Glock's chamber.
Jericho: You've incapacitated nearly a third of the United States Army. At this rate they're gonna have to reinstate the draft, and then it'll be the 1970's all over again. You just pissed off the wrong people this time.
---
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:41 AM
message detail Account Thirty: Oh yeah? Well, I hope they're paying you enough to die for them!!!
I veered around the corner, this time not firing at his body, but firing at the submachine gun in his hand. He raised it my way, but I had the jump on him. I always had better reflexes. I used my entire remaining magazine, and somehow I got a lucky shot. One of my .45 rounds lodged into the barrel of his submachine gun just as he pulled the trigger to fire. The barrel banana split from the pressure of the compressed gases inside and the entire weapon exploded in his hand.
Jericho: Son of a *****!!!!!!
I rushed him while he was stunned, spinning my empty Glock around in my hand and swinging it at his face like a club. I beat the heavy slide of the weapon against his face, causing more indistinquishable curses of pain. He soaked up the damage I was doing with my new club like a sponge and palmed my face. He slammed the back of my head through a nearby storage crate. He threw me against the wall then kicked me in the ribs. Two of them gave in, another one felt like it cracked. He then slapped the weapon out of my hand sending it to the floor. He slammed my face into the foundational flooring of the warehouse cracking concrete. My nose shattered. Blood was everywhere.
I desperately pulled a grip knife tucked under my belt out of it's sheath and stuck it in his leg. While he recoiled in pain trying desperately to pull it out of his thigh I did my best to recollect myself and dive out of a nearby window, getting a running start as far as I could manage. In the confusion that ensued, I left my empty Glock. He walked over to collect his trophy, picking it up off the floor.
Jericho: Huh....Dakero's Glock. ****in' cool.
It won't be much longer. I am almost completely out of weapons, and I am exhausted on energy. I don't even know if my girlfriend's still alive and by the end of this I may not be either. This could very well be my last topic on GFAQs.
Part 4: Defusing an Atomic Situation – Dakero style
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:46 AM
message detail Many of you remember my previous topics talking about my past coming back to haunt me. A vicious contract killer was sent on my trail and kidnapped my girlfriend as bait. Two run in's with him have nearly left me dead, severely injured and weaponless. In my last encounter he broke three of my ribs and managed to take my Glock from me, it has almost appeared that all was lost. I only had one advantage.
I managed to find the place the scum bag was hiding out. The top floor of a vacant building that was set for demolition next week. Obviously he planned on finishing the job before then. I sat watching him through the sky light curl with a 60 lb kettlebell with my girlfriend tied up laying on a bed in the same paint stained clothing from the last day I saw her. I was trying to put a plan of action together, but I had no real weapons on me. He had taken off the dragon skin armor that was giving me so much trouble in the past, and put all his weapons away. If there was any time to strike, it was now.
I jumped through the sky light getting the initial surprise on him. He looked in total surprise as I fell through the roof tackling him and rolling to the ground. I grabbed a large shard of glass as I hit the floor and began stabbing him with it. As it became more clear to him what happened he caught my fist and closed my hand around the glass, shattering it and cutting into my hand. He then threw me against the wall catching his breath.
Jericho: You..how the **** did you find me?!?
Account Thirty: My Glock you took? I stuffed a bug in it before I started clubbing you with it. I knew you couldn't resist it, and I was right. You ****ed up.
Mary: Is that you, Account Thirty? Oh thank God!
Jericho: Shut up, *****!!!
Account Thirty: Just hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be done with this in a minute.
Jericho: This just saves me the trouble of tracking you down again. Now, we can fight as warriors. Hand to hand. It is the basis for all combat.
Account Thirty: Have at you, Sladec.
He rushed me, and we began hammering away at each other with our bare fists. Each punch traded became exponentially harder. More of a slug fest than anything. Just as his fist collided with my nose, my fist collided with his, both of them shattering instantly. Blood was everywhere. I kicked him hard in the knee and grabbed a nearby telephone slinging it around his throat trying to choke him to death. He managed to severe the line with a shard of glass, then stabbed it in my thigh.
---
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:57 AM
message detail While I was stunned, he wrapped his hands around my throat choking the life of me, strangling me against the nearby bed. Everything was going black. I was choked up a mouth full of blood. It was everywhere. I desperately reached for something to hit him with as my life was fading. I fixed my grip around the 60 lb kettlebell he was earlier working out with and swung it across his face knocking him five feet away completely dazed.
We were both panting for breath. He grabbed a heavy paperweight and rushed me to cave my skull in. Swinging it overhead, I grabbed a nearby book and jammed his arm with the spine of the hardcover. I slammed the base of the spine against his bare foot, causing him against to scream in pain, thereafter shoving it against his throat and pushing him into the bathroom. Using the close quarters of the confined room he fed me a knee and then elbowed mebreaking it over the top of my skull nearly knocking me unconscious. I practically started throwing up blood there. Grabbing me by the throat he slammed me threw the medicine cabinet of the bathroom causing a bunch of various items to fall out. I saw a can of hair spray.
He rushed back to the apartment room and pulled his 9 inch combat blade from a sheath under the bed. I had to think fast, there was no way I could take him with that thing unarmed. I grabbed the nearby can of hair spray and pulled my zippo lighter out of my pocket hoping it still had fluid in it. I lit it and sprayed the flammible liquid all over him. His entire body became enveloped in fire. He tried to rush me, but I push kicked him back.
Jericho: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH IT'S NOT OVER YET DAKERO!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He dived out of the window of the apartment studio, falling 40 stories to the artificial man-made lake outside screaming all the way until he hit the surface of the water.
Account Thirty: See you in hell, Sladec.
I untied and un-blind folded my girlfriend right there. We started making out and had sex in that dirty, vacant apartment studio. I took her home. Everything is again as it should be, I am now safe from the worst fight I have ever been in. I am going to have to lay low for a while, and take it easy until my injuries recover. See you next adventure.
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