Rum running rig in Namalsk

[Hetstaine 10852]

I am so tits deep in snow that my beard is snapping every time i scratch my chin, repairing two front tires on a uaz in blizzard conditions so cold even the penguins have called it quits. A call out over side channel comes up...'hello out all survivors there ..we are at Wally's Gun Store. We are open for trading"..

Zeuses frozen dick beard! i say and load up the parts and board my trusty steed along side my buddy Hay Bail Harry. Wally types over again "come on down the.. price is right. Give fair warning as we are 5 deep and will shoot on sight ". I think to myself ..what do I have to trade.. Harry ? Will they accept people ? naw thats fecked, but for a new rifle in Namalsk? i can do that...can i ?

We approach in the UAZ and they advise up to drop all weapons outside, if not hill snipers will take us out. We comply and go down the ladder to see a pile of ak's and other mil weapons smothered together in the elevator shaft. Not bad i say.. may i ? They allow me to arm myself but as Harry approaches we hear ' Leave them alone big fella...". Harry is like "whoa guys ..i thought this was legit " they tell us that i must do runs with my truck to fill their supply or Harry is a dead goat. Give me a map and i'm in like Flynn i say. Bloat hands me a map and i'm up the ladder and on to rum running, they call a cease fire. Outside the shop i see 5 guys in line , ready to head downstairs and gun up. They stare at me like a piece of meat as i walk by with an M4 iron sights..i hop in my rig and spit snow in their faces.

I barrel north side channeling old hare asking if he has been killed yet ,he replies 'nah i'm all good, they're feeding me beanz and sards..'. Snapping another piece of my beard off i am happy he is warm and well fed, half a can of juice loaded in my old girl and no food. I spit my rig sideways across the land bridge and approach the hospital, shoot out the windows and start slam racking supplies into the truck. I turn around and glimpse a fresh bandit spawn carrying a mak, he walks up behind me stepping between the the truck and myself. He moves closer to the truck just as i am telling him not to do anything stupid or i will beard stab him. He bolts for the truck and in under 5 seconds he is all over the road like a madwomans breakfast.

I leave his drilled body and head South across the railroad bridge, the truck spinning and sliding like an icecube on a roller rink, turn onto a dirt road and approach Wallys. I tell them i am here, jump down the ladder and dump a weeks worth of medical on the ground. Wally voice booms out. " I'm impressed ..you and Harry are hired " a bond has been forged, we have become beard brothers. I tell Harry to load up and then we are off to grab some more gear.. Harry and i complete two more runs unscathed and are feeling pretty good, but in the back of my mind i know we are due. Rum runner drivers always get the bad end of the deal.

We cross Tara bridge on the south end looking to leg it in for one last run and call this mad lifestyle quits ...when the Slenderman strikes. A sniper round from the southern mountain side zips into the front tire and i slam old trusty out of control into the guardrail and we are stalled, mid bridge... 200 ft off the ground. Harry panics and says " We have to fix the goddam tyre ! We have to get off this bridge of death !!" before i can say anything he has opened the door and plummeted into open space. I watch his descent to the depths as he says "shit I fell !! " now its me, my trusty truck , the bridge... and Slenderman.

I bail out taking cover behind my broken rum running rig. Shots begin to zip the tracks next to me , pushing my luck i crouch and look through my rigs windows and locate the Slenderman... hill bound and running down towards the tracks to finish me. My sweetly polished M4 is frozen in my hands and i snap off another chunk of beard so i can pull it tightly into my shoulder.

Slenderman pours onto the tracks and starts crouch running.. checking his scope on me. I lean out and fire three rounds.. striking him in the torso and he falls to the tracks. Thinking this nightmare is over i begin to repair the tyre and suddenly go into shock, bullets bounce around me ..Slenderman is down but not out. I slow motion turn like Chuck , my beard scratching against my puffed chest and let loose my full magazine, bullets stitch a line towards him and then crawl up his body like fireworks mixed with tomatoes, i pass out as he falls to the ground obliterated.

Waking up i bandage like a demon and notice i am at 400 blood , all good, I have to make it back, i jump in and fire up old trusty and start to head out and off the bridge, suddenly i pass out at the wheel and watch myself launch over the side into the chasm above Harry...fated to be joined in death. A mangled body , it's legs on his chin and a brief explosion is the last thing i see.

Steak is dead.

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Bad food worse weather mery feckin poppins Namalsk

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Ol Hay Bail Harry is no joke aswell the sob runs around map slam hoggin every sheep he sees

[Hetstaine 10852]

You just gave me some visions.....nevermind :D

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I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.

[Fern Baron 128]

Ol Hay Bail Harry is no joke aswell the sob runs around map slam hoggin every sheep he sees

You gotta' to survive they seem as rare as a fucking rocket launcher !!

Edited November 2, 2012 by FernBaron

[electroban 102]

no need for the white background texts that hurt my eyes

[Hetstaine 10852]

Yeh sorry that was my copy and paste from the Hetsteak page, i dont see it because i changed the page theme (bottom left) to ip board..only 952% better than the black deal.