4 posts tagged “gratuitous violence”

So I think I found a fighting style worth the strutting and fear of those surrounding.

I give you Kabumei!

*Evil laughter*

Finish this sentence: "What in the world was I thinking when I...?"
Submitted by jammin15.

... thought the best way to end the slaughter of a snowman was to impale his head on his own flagstaff and subsequently spear that flagstaff into his fallen torso.

All I can say is that odd things bubble forth from my subconscious in the dark of night.

It was around two in the morning in Ashland, WI.  I was hanging out with a few friends in my residence hall at the time.  I'd gotten up to look at the snow falling steadily in yet another blizzard.  And there, across the quad, stood a lone snowman holding a stave flying a red rag as a flag.  It had been there for quite a while by then, but for some reason, at that second the decree came to the fore.  The snowman had to be slain.
I asked my RA if I could borrow his SCA heavy weapons sword, which quite sanely provoked him to ask why I suddenly desired access to it.  I told him of my plans.  He approved with the caveat that I must wait until noonish the next day, for he wanted a good seat and to take pictures.  I quickly agreed.
At the appointed hour, I charged from my residence hall brandishing rattan sword.  I beat the bloody tar out of that frosty bastard.  My first swing neatly slotted the joint between his head and shoulders, sending his head tumbling.  I took some time savaging the corpse.  Still on the adrenaline kick, I attempted to turn his head into a body garnish by means of the flagpole.
Alas, the flag had been afixed to the stave by nails, one of which tore through my glove and into my palm.  There's a lovely picture of me looking at my hand while I walked away.  It was pretty gruesome.  My RA was kind enough to drive me to the ER where I got three stitches put in.
Of course in the interim, some thoughtful students resurrected the fallen snowman.
I had however shed blood (my own damned fault true, but I still bled.) so this could not be visaged.

That night, I and a handful of confederates slipped out with garrotes which we applied liberally to defeat the icy glaze that had formed to armor him through the day.  Hitting him with a Jeep doing about twenty miles per hour put paid to any hopes of another re-birth.

So I just had to add to my mania.  Why did I ever decide I needed to attempt hacking out a novel in a month?  Oh yeah, because I like books and writing.  And how can I harass my Beloved to meet her word goals if I'm not right in the trenches with her?

Behold the newest widget of my mental oblivion:

I wanted some dinner, however, the little freezer section of the work fridge is so encrusted with ice that I had to literally wedge my food in when I came in.

You know that a simple hammer coupled with a broken screw-driver does a hell of a number on ice?

The tray is still blocked with ice, but brute force has yeilded some nice results.  Lot of shrapnel on the floor though.  Oh well.

I got to smash something!