A Story about a Hacker, my V3S, and my Winchester

[ThuggleS 45]

I'd spent most of the day repairing a V3S. I found the engine parts, enough wheels, dumped lots of gas into it - the whole nine yards.

So I take my new badass-motherfuckin' truck around for a few town raids, hit up the airfield, got some good gear - bling bling. I even popped a few sheep in the ass and cooked up some scrumptious steaks, 'cuz being awesome was making me hungry.

As I'm driving up North, getting ready to raid another town, I (and my truck) get teleported all the way down to Electro. "SHiiiiiiiiT!", I said. I go to floor it but I teleported on top of a junk pile and I'm barely moving; my rear right wheel is stuck in the junk. More stuff is teleporting around me and I can hear lots of gunfire behind me. A boat suddenly appears right in front of me. I finally break free of the junk pile and make a sharp turn to my left, but it's mostly a dead-end (besides a narrow tunnel/archway dividing a couple buildings).

I start adjusting my vehicle to go through the archway when I hear footsteps running towards me from behind. "FUUUUUCK", I thought to myself. A few bullets wiz past the top of my truck and then I see him - some punk towel head crouches down in front of my pimp'ass ride. "Oh NOOO, bitch!", I yelled at my monitor.

I jump out of the truck - he shoots off a couple that narrowly miss me, but now I've got him lined up in my Winchester sights - my first bullet misses, but 2 quick more right to the chest - he falls down to prone, almost dead - but 1 more shot is needed to finish him off - pop, right in his towel-covered dome.

I hop back in my truck and head back North, leaving all that shenanigans in my dust.

Challenge overcomed.

I hope you guys liked my story :)

Edited August 29, 2012 by ThuggleS

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Oh sheeet mon, youze a genralified certified mother punching bad ass right over there! Go on with your badself!

[urbad 3]

I'd spent most of the day repairing a V3S. I found the engine parts, enough wheels, dumped lots of gas into it - the whole nine yards.

So I take my new badass-motherfuckin' truck around for a few town raids, hit up the airfield, got some good gear - bling bling. I even popped a few sheep in the ass and cooked up some scrumptious steaks, 'cuz being awesome was making me hungry.

you had a winchester.... thats not bling bling... you obviously were not being awsome, you sir ... are a liar.

[ThuggleS 45]

you had a winchester.... thats not bling bling... you obviously were not being awsome, you sir ... are a liar.

Lol, it was sarcasm :D

But, I had better stuff in the truck - I carry around the Winchester when raiding because I have tons of ammo for it and it is simple and quiet when killing zombies.

Edited August 29, 2012 by ThuggleS

[DonkiiPuncH 6]

Nice. And ROFL at the guy in the boat!