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 Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 9:49 pm
Today was the 'graduation party' my mother decided would be fun. I suppose it was; I got cake, and someone mom worked with gave me a DVD entitled "Creating The Lord of the Rings Symphony."
Then we watched Sherlock Holmes, and after that, I put in Star Wars, Episode III, which I bought the other day.
About halfway through, a kid knocked on my door ('kid' here used literally: maybe 5th grade?) and asked if I "wanted to swordfight." Then remembering the child, I agreed, and after I grabbed a drink and practice sword I followed him outside.
Where he and his older (I presume) cousin pulled pellet guns out of their shorts and started shooting me.
I managed to block a few shots with the sword (being the Jedi that I am), but I have a mark in the crook of one elbow and a very slight bruise on the edge of my right eyesocket, as well as taking several more shots to my back, legs and arms.
They held their guns poorly, in the absolutely atrocious stance that has swept America ever since guns have become more available than skill (meaning, they did that stupid 'immagee' stance with the gun held at a negative twenty-degree angle to the ground).
Turns out, they're in poor shape (at least, poorer than I), because I managed to get away into the tall grass, and after about half an hour of them looking for me and shouting stupid s**t like 'hey, drag queen', I snuck past them, recollected my sandals (which I'd removed so that I could move faster), and went back inside.
I ******** hate it when people shoot me.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:33 am
This is disturbing. Do you know these people?
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 9:18 am
ah, I had a similar thing happen once but I dove through the pain and walked up to the two bastards doing it and beat their asses. (good times, good times) anywho, you had a sword dude, why didn't you use sishim'e on them or somthing? (run towards and swing full force horizontal at the abs)
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 11:44 pm
They're like twelve, dude. xd
Although, to be honest, the thought did cross my mind. In the end, I simply decided it'd cause too much trouble for me. We do live in the same apartment complex, it wouldn't be too hard for their parents to find me. I get the impression that their parents would care much more about the fact that I went after their children than the fact that their children were busy shooting me at the time.
Of course, if they try it again, it's just going to get annoying, and I suppose I will have to do something, because I get the impression that they (especially the older one) probably will keep on doing that until I cut their hands off or something.
I imagine the folks in the Middle East'd be alright with it if I did that.
Besides, this older kid is the same one who threw rocks at me that one time.
s**t, I really owe this kid, don't I?
Damn it.
And yes, by the way. I know them, in the sense that they live in the same apartment complex as I and I've met them before. The older one overpowers the smaller ones, though. They aren't the trouble. I got the great gift of empathy from my mother; I can read people's feelings. The older kid is egotistical and simple: he uses the other, weaker children to amuse himself.
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