It was a cold dark night in the early days of 2009… I was transitioning to a new home… moving in my effects and what not… moving in some pieces of my desk into the new office when I sensed a presence, I was not alone. as smoke started to billow up and build around me the lights started to flicker and dim… I had that feeling in my gut that you get right before some intense shit is about to go down… it was then as the smoke started to clear that my opponent presented himself. looming above me was the stinger and in front of me the claw like appendages of certain death… I wasn’t prepared for this… and this Motherfucker knew this… he was relying on the element of surprise and the fact that I despise his kind and his VERY existence… I found myself face to face with a Giant Scorpion… aka natures perfect killing machine…
Suddenly the support bar for my desk that I was holding had a new meaning… a greater purpose… I was now wielding a Scorpion Battle stick, It was with this weapon that I would protect my life and vanquish my ancient foe… our eyes were locked. we both shared the same thoughts at that moment.. we shared the same truth… when this encounter was done… only one of us would remain standing… I crept forward, he scurried towards me… Engaged in heat of battle I let out a war cry! The Tension between us was broken with the crack of my weapon on his hard armored back. He reared back in pain. my opponent was paralyzed with pain. this was my moment i realized… If I was going to survive this night I needed to end this now! Taking advantage of his moment of weakness I proceeded to bash the shit out of him until his Lethal tail feel from his armored body… I had severely handicapped him, He knew he was in trouble as he started to retreat into my closet… I would not stand for this and continued my assault on this creature of pure evil. as he lay lifeless next to his dismembered tail I breathed a sigh of relief. I dropped my weapon and headed off to the showers to cleanse my self of the scent of battle…
as I headed out I forgot my pair of epic boxer shorts and headed back to the room to retrieve them I was shocked… my fallen enemy had returned from the dead! his now zombified corpse had returned from the dead for some sadistic reason? maybe he still and some sick and twisted purpose in life to fulfill? regardless He would not fulfill any goal except that of perishing again… his tailless body was dragging along the floor seeking safe haven… I picked up my weapon again and began a second assault… and before I continue let me state… If you’ve ever played a video game and you kill the boss only to have him return as a zombie/cyborg/super version of the original boss with twice as much life!!! This was that situation! so here I am fatigued from battle up against a Supercharged Zombie Scorpion…
Fortunately Zombies are slow as hell and I am rather fast on my feet so I made short work of this bastard but It took many many blows for him to finally fall… reduced to dust my opponent was truly defeated now… Once again dropped my weapon and headed off to the showers… Truly a bad ass and master of my own domain…
That is all for now.
