part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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Re: 2/2

[finnish_him]

[Panics and braces himself... for nothing? But still manages to fall on his ass from the gun's recoil and trying to dodge the stupid goat.]

[Scrambles to get back on his feet and take aim again, muttering.]

Just stand still and let me shoot you...

Apologies; I fell asleep

[posteating]

[bleats]

[he's willing to surrender for now if you are]

[stares him down to try see what he decides to do

No problem!

[finnish_him]

[Sorry goat, he's not about to let you off that easily.]

[Besides, you'll make a good meal... assuming you don't have rabies.]

[Fires off a few more bullets and--click. Click click click.]




[Aw balls, he's out.]

[posteating]

[most of them miss except one which hits him in his front left leg]

[bleats in pain; a sound almost like a demonic screech]

[blood seeping from the wound]

[hobbles as fast as he can the few steps towards him and bites down hard on his leg]

[you will suffer the same pain as him; even if he must die in the process]

[finnish_him]

[Winces in pain and bites his lip to keep himself from screaming.]

[Sealand wasn't joking, this goat bites hard. He can already feel the blood dripping down his leg.]

[Grabs the goat by the horns and TWIIISTS.]

[posteating]

[bleats and releases the grip; taking some of his trouser with him]

[glares at him]

[finnish_him]

[Glares back. Those were a decent pair of trousers!]

[Keeps holding onto its horns to try and keep the goat's mouth at a distance.]

[Aims a kick for its injured leg.]

[posteating]

[bleats in pain as his leg gives way at the kick]

[is this the end for him?]

[makes a feeble attempt to regain his standing]

[finnish_him]

Oh no you don't!

[Tries to climb on top of it to hold it down while he has the chance.]

[posteating]

[bleats desperately]

[craning his neck in a struggle to try bite at him again]

[finnish_him]

[Pulls his hands away and reaches for his gun again. It might not have any bullets left, but he can at least use it to bludgeon the thing to death.]

[Though it's starting to look so pathetic now that he feels kind of bad for it. But it's too late to stop now.]

[Closes his eyes and swings the gun down.]

[posteating]

[a loud bleat that merges into an ear piercing demonic scream]

[he takes on last breath]

[and then he dies]

[his body almost immediately rotting; a demonstation of his satanic roots]

[finnish_him]

[That... that is not normal. Gross.]

[He knew there was something wrong with it, but now he's worried that he, and Sealand, might actually be infected with something.]

[Sighs and examines his wound. This is going to slow him down a lot and he's not sure it was worth it. Dammit.]

[Limps away to find Sealand or Sweden and let them know the job is done.]

[br_undertaker]

[walks around in circles, looking for the body]

?

...

[well, there's no helping it]

[the killer or someone else probably took it to cook and eat... although that goat gave him a bad feeling; it reminded him of the glitched-up place they all emigrated from]