Bomb Throwing Pacifist

If you took that happy, smiling guy from the box of Quaker Oats, handed him a bottle of gin and a rifle, and pissed him off to a point where he decided he wasn't going to take it anymore, you'd get a little something like this.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Dreamscape Escapades

Interesting dream last night. Guess I've been playing too much Battlefield 2. I was in some vaguely Middle Eastern city with a squad of soldiers, only the city was more or less deserted a la 28 Days Later. We sequred this huge tower-like building that might or might not have been used for Saddam Hussein's WMD projects. The longer we stayed there, the spookier the place got, with people falling ill and strange locked doors that we couldn't access. Later on the city became more populated and the violence and kidnapping started up. I went to a gun store to buy some self-defense and offered to pay the manager in South African Rand instead of dollars and he said he'd give me a good deal. Shortly thereafter, I awoke.
Marc with a C, 1:52 PM


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