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[capt_liarpants]

*Ah, it's a nice day out today, isn't it? The sun is blazing, the cows are lowing, the corn is...being corn. The zombies, not the best at mobility, keep getting stuck in the fields. Marcy's waving merrily from the top of the silo. All in all, a normal day at Camp Fuck U Die: Midwest Version

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[pussyfortono]

[ freezes ]

[capt_liarpants]

*taking his slingshot off his back* Don't move, stoic camper, not until I say you can!

[pussyfortono]

. . . what is wrong?

[capt_liarpants]

You don't want to know! You really don't want to know for another minute or so!

*getting ammunition out of his bag* Maybe I should use fire and just torch it? It looks tough...

[pussyfortono]

I fail to see why I should believe you.

[capt_liarpants]

You'll believe me soon! Just another couple of seconds!

*pointing his slingshot straight at you and pulling the pocket back*

[pussyfortono]

[ i am going to dodge you know ]

[capt_liarpants]

*sooooo untrusting of a clearly heroic personage*

TRIPLE LEAD STAR!!

*three small lead balls are now zooming to hit the thing hovering three inches from Takeru's head*

[pussyfortono]

. . .

[capt_liarpants]

*and it's promptly smashed into goo before it can plunge its two-inch stinger into Takeru*

[pussyfortono]

[ wth ]

[capt_liarpants]

*poses with his slingshot* Always trust Sogeking's instructions, fellow camper.

[pussyfortono]

. . . what was that?

[capt_liarpants]

Ah, be glad you've never had to fight a swarm of Gross Flying Deadly Stinging Creepy Insectoids.

[pussyfortono]

Gross flying . . . what?

[capt_liarpants]

Gross Flying Deadly Stinging Creepy Mutant Insectoids. Their stingers are full of a terrible itching poison that takes months to get over. No need to thank me for defeating it.