the forced sacrifice

by **Juan_Bottom** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:02 am

Ok, imagine that the CC community is going for a hike through the woods.
Suddenly you spy a bear charging full speed at the group,.... and everyone starts to run.....

Who do you trip as a forced sacrifice to save yourself?

by **pimpdave** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:31 am

No one because I have mad ninja skillz yo.

With my katana of fury I would slice & dice the bear and then be all like "Yo, Bear, it's what's for dinner bitches!"

And everyone would be all like "Whoa that was awesome how'd you do that?"

And I'd be like, "Well maybe you should go to Secret Ninja Training School and learn yourself, dayum!"

by **Juan_Bottom** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:40 am

*truck shot as Juan walks into a sunset*
Juan: are you a.......................................................
'cue music'
*DUN DUN DUN!!!!*

*tight close up of Juan's face as he stops and whips his head around*
Juan: Pinja?

If not,
I'd trip Pimpdave......

by **Anarkistsdream** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:46 am

I would trip Billy07... It would be the only beneficial thing he had ever done.

by **pimpdave** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:49 am

Juan_Bottom wrote:I'd trip Pimpdave......

Yeah, well that's why I don't hike. I skip. And that way when you try to trip me, it'd be like skipping rope when I jump over your outstretched foot, and I'd be all like, "Haha, nice try, here's mud in your eye!"

And you'd be all like "I'm blind! I'm blind! Now I'm being eaten by a Bear! Ouch! This is incredibly unpleasant!"

by **apey** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:51 am

Anarkistsdream wrote:I would trip Billy07... It would be the only beneficial thing he had ever done.

QFT

by **jonesthecurl** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:52 am

I'm not saying who, but they'd fall on their arth.

by **Juan_Bottom** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:09 am

A lot of people don't know this, but when I was a baby, my mother was never around. She and my biological father were teenage junkies. I don't know exactly what all they were hooked on, but I do remember my father snorting some lines. My fathers best friend was a drug dealer, who drove the sharpest Black Camero... Anyway's, the last time I saw my father he smashed a lamp on my head(I was still a baby) giving me a huge seven-inch scare on top of my head.
My mother, I never saw. Who knows?--
So my grandmother attempted to raise me... But you know how it is when an elderly woman tries to raise a baby. I found myself at a very tender age constantly trying to escape from my home and run away into the timber behind the trailer park. It was there that I first met Rex. He was about six foot tall, brown eyes, unkept appearance, and had the darkest hair I have ever seen. But maybe it just seems that way because I was a little kid. He never came to my house, because he hated my grandmothers two dogs. But! He always brought me snacks everyday, which I ate gratefully(wasn't much food at home). It was nice to have a male influence in my life, and we did all sorts of cool dad-son like things together. He took me hiking all the time. It was with him that I caught my first fish. In fact, he taught me how to live closer to nature. I guess I do think of him as more a father than mine ever was.
One of my favorite activites was to go along the old hunting trail up on top of a hill, where there was a beautiful clearing. There must have been ten different kinds of wild berries up there. Delicious Mulberries, Gooseberries, Blueberries, and Raspberries were among my favorite. We used to lie in the tall grass, stareing up at the clouds, eating these wild berries all day.
Anyway's, during one of our excursions up the old hunting trail, Rex had a terrible accident. I heard a loud "pop" and Rex's giant frame (for a kid) lumbered spastically to the ground. A grabbed him, immediatly understanding that he was hurt. I started to cry, and begain shouting "Rex!!!!" Rex looked at me with two dark eyes. He wasn't sad or anything... But his last words were "Arhooo, ruuuoo arghuu rhoooearu aerooh." (F*ck, this sucks)
Turns out that hunting trail was still in use.
So I guess what I'm saying is, you can try Pimpdave, but only one of us can speak bear.

by **jonesthecurl** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:38 am

So when the bear that's after us shouts out
"Oi! Juan! You got my brother shot and you're gonna die first!",
you'll be the only one who understands.

by **qeee1** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:34 am

I don't want to go hiking.

by **strike wolf** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:40 am

Well, I would say I would sacrifice myself to stop the bear while in reality I would just hide in the bushes while he went after you guys.

by **jonesthecurl** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:45 am

qeee1 wrote:I don't want to go hiking.

Best option of all - sacrifice all those who did go.

by **mandalorian2298** on Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:14 pm

I would have fake claimed Bear Cub (Pro-Town Cub). If anyone couterclaimed, they would have just make themselves look suspicious and the bear would have eat them. :idea: