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Beautiful, Cars, and Friday: When gunman advanced on New Zealand mosque, this man ran at him Abdul Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths The Associated Press Posted: Mar 16, 2019 6:54 AM ET Last Updated: an hour ago Abdul Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths during Friday prayers at the Linwood mosque in Christchurch. (Vincent Thian/Associated Press) solacekames: When the gunman advanced toward the mosque, killing those in his path, Abdul Aziz didn’t hide. Instead, he picked up the first thing he could find, a credit card machine, and ran outside screaming “Come here!” Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths during Friday prayers at the Linwood mosque in Christchurch after leading the gunman in a cat-and-mouse chase before scaring him into speeding away in his car. But Aziz, whose four sons and dozens of others remained in the mosque while he faced off with the gunman, said he thinks it’s what anyone would have done. The gunman killed 49 people after attacking two mosques in the deadliest mass shooting in New Zealand’s modern history. […] He said he could hear his two youngest sons, aged 11 and 5, urging him to come back inside. The gunman returned, firing. Aziz said he ran, weaving through cars parked in the driveway, which prevented the gunman from getting a clean shot. Then Aziz spotted a gun the gunman had abandoned and picked it up, pointed it and squeezed the trigger. It was empty. He said the gunman ran back to the car for a second time, likely to grab yet another weapon. “He gets into his car and I just got the gun and threw it on his window like an arrow and blasted his window,” he said. The windshield shattered: “That’s why he got scared.” He said the gunman was cursing at him, yelling that he was going to kill them all. But he drove away and Aziz said he chased the car down the street to a red light, before it made a U-turn and sped away. Online videos indicate police officers managed to force the car from the road and drag out the suspect soon after. Originally from Kabul, Afghanistan, Aziz said he left as a refugee when he was a boy and lived for more than 25 years in Australia before moving to New Zealand a couple of years ago.“I’ve been to a lot of countries and this is one of the beautiful ones,” he said. And, he always thought, a peaceful one as well. Aziz said he didn’t feel fear or much of anything when facing the gunman. It was like he was on autopilot. And he believes that Allah didn’t think it was his time to die.
Beautiful, Cars, and Friday: When gunman advanced on New Zealand
 mosque, this man ran at him
 Abdul Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths
 The Associated Press Posted: Mar 16, 2019 6:54 AM ET Last Updated: an hour ago
 Abdul Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths during Friday prayers at the Linwood
 mosque in Christchurch. (Vincent Thian/Associated Press)
solacekames:
When the gunman advanced toward the mosque, killing those in his path, Abdul Aziz didn’t hide. Instead, he picked up the first thing he could find, a credit card machine, and ran outside screaming “Come here!”
Aziz, 48, is being hailed as a hero for preventing more deaths during Friday prayers at the Linwood mosque in Christchurch after leading the gunman in a cat-and-mouse chase before scaring him into speeding away in his car.
But Aziz, whose four sons and dozens of others remained in the mosque while he faced off with the gunman, said he thinks it’s what anyone would have done.
The gunman killed 49 people after attacking two mosques in the deadliest mass shooting in New Zealand’s modern history.
[…]
He said he could hear his two youngest sons, aged 11 and 5, urging him to come back inside.
The gunman returned, firing. Aziz said he ran, weaving through cars parked in the driveway, which prevented the gunman from getting a clean shot. Then Aziz spotted a gun the gunman had abandoned and picked it up, pointed it and squeezed the trigger. It was empty.
He said the gunman ran back to the car for a second time, likely to grab yet another weapon.
“He gets into his car and I just got the gun and threw it on his window like an arrow and blasted his window,” he said.
The windshield shattered: “That’s why he got scared.”
He said the gunman was cursing at him, yelling that he was going to kill them all. But he drove away and Aziz said he chased the car down the street to a red light, before it made a U-turn and sped away. Online videos indicate police officers managed to force the car from the road and drag out the suspect soon after.
Originally from Kabul, Afghanistan, Aziz said he left as a refugee when he was a boy and lived for more than 25 years in Australia before moving to New Zealand a couple of years ago.“I’ve been to a lot of countries and this is one of the beautiful ones,” he said. And, he always thought, a peaceful one as well.
Aziz said he didn’t feel fear or much of anything when facing the gunman. It was like he was on autopilot. And he believes that Allah didn’t think it was his time to die.

solacekames: When the gunman advanced toward the mosque, killing those in his path, Abdul Aziz didn’t hide. Instead, he picked up the first ...

Alive, Bane, and Beautiful: tyleroakley perks-of-being-chinese glenjamin-danzig who was the fool who was tasked with naming the galaxy and the only adjective they could think of was skazuhira-miller scientist: (gazing up at space) scientist: i sure is a milky boy freshfriedtrash NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ASTRONOMERS ARE THE SHITTIEST EVER AT NAMING THINGS I KID YOU NOT When it came time to name the two theoretical particle types that might be dark matter THEY INTENTIONALLY CHOSE THE NAMES SO THAT THE ACRONYMS WOULD SPELL "WIMPS" AND "MACHOS" I SHIT YOU NOT THEY ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT NAMING ANYTHING braincoins I just listened to a talk by Neil deGrasse Tyson himself LAST NIGHT and he went on about this more than once I'm walking down the street and I'm like 'ooh pretty rock... and some Geologist is like 'actually, that's anorthosite feldspar and I'm like 'Nevermind, I don't want it anymore. Any biologists in the audience? [some clappingl Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. The most important molecule in the human body, what did you name it? It has NINE SYLLABLES and it's so long that even YOU GUYS abbreviate it as DNA! But astrophysicists and astronomers? No, man, we call it like we see it. Star made of neutrons? NEUTRON STAR. Small white star? WHITE DWARF. You know that big red spot on Jupiter? Know what we called it? JUPITER'S RED SPOT the-scarlet-spider okay i'm glad you mentioned the biologist nonsense bc their naming methods are the bane of my existence gallusrostromegalus I see your astrophysicists-are-shit-at-names and raise you Marine-Biologists-Are-Fucking-Maniacs. See this beautiful creature? a carnivorous deep-sea sponge that lives off of Easter Island and never sees the light of day, as it's about 9000 feet down. Those delicate-looking orbs are covered in millions of tiny hooked spines, which latch onto anything unfortunate enough to bump into it, and hold it in place as it is digested alive skin. Amazing, beautiful and profoundly creepy. They could have given it so many cool names. Could have drawn on mythology ( think Scylla would have been an appropriate reference), the region it was found in, the textured skin, PHAGOCYTOSIS, anything! by the sponge's You wanna know what they called it? PING-PONG TREE SPONGE. Good job, marine biologists. Source: friend-called-boxcar Scientists and their naming systems
Alive, Bane, and Beautiful: tyleroakley
 perks-of-being-chinese
 glenjamin-danzig
 who was the fool who was tasked with naming the
 galaxy and the only adjective they could think of was
 skazuhira-miller
 scientist: (gazing up at space)
 scientist:
 i sure is a milky boy
 freshfriedtrash
 NO
 YOU DONT UNDERSTAND
 ASTRONOMERS ARE THE SHITTIEST EVER AT
 NAMING THINGS I KID YOU NOT
 When it came time to name the two theoretical particle
 types that might be dark matter THEY INTENTIONALLY
 CHOSE THE NAMES SO THAT THE ACRONYMS
 WOULD SPELL "WIMPS" AND "MACHOS" I SHIT YOU
 NOT
 THEY ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT NAMING ANYTHING
 braincoins
 I just listened to a talk by Neil deGrasse Tyson himself
 LAST NIGHT and he went on about this more than
 once
 I'm walking down the street and I'm like 'ooh pretty
 rock... and some Geologist is like 'actually, that's
 anorthosite feldspar and I'm like 'Nevermind, I don't
 want it anymore. Any biologists in the audience?
 [some clappingl Yeah, you know what I'm talking
 about. The most important molecule in the human
 body, what did you name it? It has NINE SYLLABLES
 and it's so long that even YOU GUYS abbreviate it as
 DNA!
 But astrophysicists and astronomers? No, man, we
 call it like we see it. Star made of neutrons? NEUTRON
 STAR. Small white star? WHITE DWARF. You know
 that big red spot on Jupiter? Know what we called it?
 JUPITER'S RED SPOT
 the-scarlet-spider
 okay i'm glad you mentioned the biologist nonsense bc
 their naming methods are the bane of my existence
 gallusrostromegalus
 I see your astrophysicists-are-shit-at-names and raise
 you Marine-Biologists-Are-Fucking-Maniacs.
 See this beautiful creature?
 a carnivorous deep-sea sponge that lives off of
 Easter Island and never sees the light of day, as it's
 about 9000 feet down. Those delicate-looking orbs are
 covered in millions of tiny hooked spines, which latch
 onto anything unfortunate enough to bump into it, and
 hold it in place as it is digested alive
 skin. Amazing, beautiful and profoundly creepy. They
 could have given it so many cool names. Could have
 drawn on mythology ( think Scylla would have been an
 appropriate reference), the region it was found in, the
 textured skin, PHAGOCYTOSIS, anything!
 by the sponge's
 You wanna know what they called it?
 PING-PONG TREE SPONGE.
 Good job, marine biologists.
 Source: friend-called-boxcar
Scientists and their naming systems

Scientists and their naming systems

Facts, Life, and Money: sillymarillion-comics knitmeapony: istillliveinnarnia brigwife brigwife: why is it not common knowledge that tolkien and c s lewis once went to a non-costume party dressed as polar bears tolkien also used to chase his neighbours down the street in full viking warrior gear, and once convinced a class he taught that leprechauns are real IS THIS TRUE BECAUSE THIS IS GOLD. PURE GOLD Both facts well documented. From this bio, for instance At Oxford, he was not only sometimes injudicious in the expenditure of money but could be absolutely rowdy in pursuing fun and in the practice of pranks. A great fan of The Marx Brothers' movies, throughout his life Tolkien was playful, liked pranks, costumes and incongruous comedy. "I have a very simple sense of humour," he wrote, "which even my appreciative critics find tiresome." Long after his high-spirited performances at King Edward's and the town-gown rowdiness of his Oxford days, when he was a don at Oxford, Tolkien was known to "dress up as An Anglo-Saxon warrior complete with axe and chase an astonished neighbour." He and C.S. Lewis once went to a party, which was not a costume party, as polar bears, Tolkien wearing a sheep skin and his face painted white." Carpenter, Tolkien: 130) In the middle of an academic lecture, he might take a four inch green shoe from out of his pocket as proof that leprechauns exist, and in old age he might hand a store clerk his false teeth with the coins. (Birzer, 5) Just imagine them doing vines Jack and Tollers
Facts, Life, and Money: sillymarillion-comics
 knitmeapony:
 istillliveinnarnia
 brigwife
 brigwife:
 why is it not common knowledge that tolkien and c s lewis
 once went to a non-costume party dressed as polar bears
 tolkien also used to chase his neighbours down the street in full
 viking warrior gear, and once convinced a class he taught that
 leprechauns are real
 IS THIS TRUE BECAUSE THIS IS GOLD. PURE GOLD
 Both facts well documented. From this bio, for instance
 At Oxford, he was not only sometimes injudicious in the expenditure
 of money but could be absolutely rowdy in pursuing fun and in the
 practice of pranks. A great fan of The Marx Brothers' movies,
 throughout his life Tolkien was playful, liked pranks, costumes and
 incongruous comedy. "I have a very simple sense of humour," he
 wrote, "which even my appreciative critics find tiresome." Long after
 his high-spirited performances at King Edward's and the town-gown
 rowdiness of his Oxford days, when he was a don at Oxford, Tolkien
 was known to "dress up as An Anglo-Saxon warrior complete with
 axe and chase an astonished neighbour." He and C.S. Lewis once
 went to a party, which was not a costume party, as polar bears,
 Tolkien wearing a sheep skin and his face painted white."
 Carpenter, Tolkien: 130) In the middle of an academic lecture, he
 might take a four inch green shoe from out of his pocket as proof that
 leprechauns exist, and in old age he might hand a store clerk his false
 teeth with the coins. (Birzer, 5)
 Just imagine them doing vines
Jack and Tollers

Jack and Tollers

Being Alone, Animals, and Confidence: ugly fuckthekxng gokishi man you know what I want? a superhero series where they have powers that 1 00% contradict their personalities. a fishermans daughter who lives by the sea, swims every day, learns that she can control fire. a boy who's mortified of heights but realizes he can use antigravity and hates it. someone who was bitten by a dog as a child, suffers extreme fear around animals, can now communicate with them. they're all disgusted by their powers. uss-assbutt yes good but what about the character development as they learn to cope with their powers and overcome their fears the pyrokinetic swimmer wading out into the ocean armed with waterproof matches to practice so nothing goes wrong, building her confidence with the sea as her safety net, being so proud when she figures out how to heat the air just enough that she dries off instantly after swimming the boy slowly overcoming his fear of heights, realizing that he can catch himself if he ever falls, standing swaying on top of playground sets and closing his eyes as he tries to safely hover down (and not fall on his face again) the girl's terror lessening as the previously terrifying cacophony of the dogs at the park turns into a chorus of "ball! ball! throw me the ball!" "it's me! I'm the good boy!" and "squir- re!!" and learning to communicate back, have them listen to her, learning how to calm down a dog who's overexcited to the point of biting, discovering that the scary dog down the street is just home alone a lot and lonely, staring her fear in the face and learning its secrets because being disgusted with their powers is interesting, but I want to see people learning to love even the scary and contradictory parts of themselves Source: gokishi 488,193 notes id love a plot like that
Being Alone, Animals, and Confidence: ugly
 fuckthekxng
 gokishi
 man you know what I want? a superhero
 series where they have powers that 1 00%
 contradict their personalities. a fishermans
 daughter who lives by the sea, swims every
 day, learns that she can control fire. a boy
 who's mortified of heights but realizes he
 can use antigravity and hates it. someone
 who was bitten by a dog as a child, suffers
 extreme fear around animals, can now
 communicate with them. they're all disgusted
 by their powers.
 uss-assbutt
 yes good but what about the character
 development as they learn to cope with their
 powers and overcome their fears
 the pyrokinetic swimmer wading out into the
 ocean armed with waterproof matches to
 practice so nothing goes wrong, building her
 confidence with the sea as her safety net,
 being so proud when she figures out how to
 heat the air just enough that she dries off
 instantly after swimming
 the boy slowly overcoming his fear of heights,
 realizing that he can catch himself if he ever
 falls, standing swaying on top of playground
 sets and closing his eyes as he tries to safely
 hover down (and not fall on his face again)
 the girl's terror lessening as the previously
 terrifying cacophony of the dogs at the park
 turns into a chorus of "ball! ball! throw me the
 ball!" "it's me! I'm the good boy!" and "squir-
 re!!" and learning to communicate back, have
 them listen to her, learning how to calm down
 a dog who's overexcited to the point of biting,
 discovering that the scary dog down the street
 is just home alone a lot and lonely, staring her
 fear in the face and learning its secrets
 because being disgusted with their powers is
 interesting, but I want to see people learning
 to love even the scary and contradictory parts
 of themselves
 Source: gokishi
 488,193 notes
id love a plot like that

id love a plot like that

Children, Club, and Creepy: At the end of the road is a big old mansion that could house several families, but it only has two inhabitants: Old, rich Mrs. Poppel and her butler Adam. Mrs. Poppel was never much of a smiler, but there doesn't seem to be a mean bone in her. If children kick a ball into her garden she doesn't make a fuzz, just nods at them and watch as they retrieve it. Most days people can see her embroide own little ring by the window, seemingly caught up in her She is peculiar, but never bothers anyone She's just an old lady who spends her days sowing and socializing at the local book club Tell your sister I hope she gets well soon. Adam is quite different. Always smiling and friendly. Always ready to help if he has the time. He's incredibly popular in town,F not to mention at the pub when he has a few hours off. He drinks, laughs and sings, and can even be talked into playing the guitar if asked enough times. Women love him too, but he just winks at them and jokes that he's committed to Mrs. Poppel. It's his own fault that people started spreading rumors that he was really Mrs s live-in lover who had been put to work around the house Typically Adam he just played along. "I don't kiss and tell" When some drunk lads saw him walk arm in arm with Mrs. Poppel down the street, no doubt to steady her, they teasingly shouted "Taking your sweetheart out fora stroll?!" while making kissing sounds been up to now?" l looked up at him like, "What have you They're an odd pair, but they seem happy together in the big house Pork? Again? I'm sorry, Mrs Im still waiting for a delivery Adam even does things not expected of a butler, like gardening while she rests in a sun chair, which has only added fuel to the rumors SU way, Adam d every once in a while something incredible happens; Mrs smiles. No one knows how Adam does it, but neither is it a surprise to anyone It l An Only one truly odd thing has ever happened to them One night a neighbor saw a man sneaking around the house testing the cellar windows. The bedroom. That's where old ladies keep all the good stuff She didn't see him get in, but suddenly he was gone so she grabbed the phone and called the police, just to be safe. What!? She's still home? That means her boy-toy has to be somewhere in the house too- Huh? Adam opened the door dressed in a robe when the police rang the doorbell. He woke up Mrs. Poppel and together they could confirm that the house hadn't been broken into. The officers couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, but gave Mrs Poppel a number to call if they saw anything The following day a man by the name Eric was reported missing. He had lived a rough life of petty crime and robbery, and sometimes didn't contact his friends or family for weeks so it was impossible to say when exactly he disappears. It could have been that same day, or two weeks prior People wondered if maybe he had been the man sneaking around outside Mrs. Poppel's house, but everyone agreed that it was probably just a coincidence. After all, people like him went missing all the time in the surrounding towns. And even if it was him, what did it matter? Mrs. Poppel and Adam were good eople who were loved by the whole town. There was no reason to cause trouble for them, no matter what their relationship was. Besides, Mrs. Poppel had one of her good weeks after that night, seeming a lot more cheerful and happy. It would be a shame to ruin it. thehumon: I’m not entirely sure if this story has a supernatural element to it or not. Are they just run of the mill cannibals or vampires/demons? Occultists? Maybe only Adam? So many possibilities. I also struggled a lot with Adam’s looks. I wanted him to look like an honest to god nice, charming guy who also looked super creepy in the right (wrong?) light. There was supposed to be a whole backstory about Mrs. Poppel’s husband and when Adam came into her life, but I decided to leave it out as it was already pretty text heavy.
Children, Club, and Creepy: At the end of the road is a big old mansion that could house several families, but it
 only has two inhabitants: Old, rich Mrs. Poppel and her butler Adam.
 Mrs. Poppel was never much of a smiler, but there doesn't
 seem to be a mean bone in her. If children kick a ball into
 her garden she doesn't make a fuzz, just nods at them and
 watch as they retrieve it. Most days people can see her
 embroide
 own little
 ring by
 the window, seemingly caught up in her
 She is peculiar, but never bothers anyone
 She's just an old lady who spends her days sowing and
 socializing at the local book club
 Tell your sister I hope she gets well soon.
 Adam is quite different. Always smiling and friendly. Always
 ready to help if he has the time. He's incredibly popular in town,F
 not to mention at the pub when he has a few hours off. He
 drinks, laughs and sings, and can even be talked into playing the
 guitar if asked enough times. Women love him too, but he just
 winks at them and jokes that he's committed to Mrs. Poppel.

 It's his own fault that people started spreading rumors that he was really
 Mrs
 s live-in lover who had been put to work around the house
 Typically Adam he just played along. "I don't kiss and tell"
 When some drunk lads saw him walk arm in arm with Mrs. Poppel down the street,
 no doubt to steady her, they teasingly shouted "Taking your sweetheart out fora
 stroll?!" while making kissing sounds
 been up to now?"
 l looked up at him like, "What have you
 They're an odd pair, but they seem
 happy together in the big house
 Pork? Again?
 I'm sorry, Mrs
 Im still waiting
 for a delivery
 Adam even does things not expected
 of a butler, like gardening while she
 rests in a sun chair, which has only
 added fuel to the rumors
 SU
 way, Adam
 d every once in a while something
 incredible happens; Mrs
 smiles. No one knows how Adam
 does it, but neither is it a surprise to
 anyone
 It l
 An
 Only one truly odd thing has ever happened to them
 One night a neighbor saw a man sneaking around the house
 testing the cellar windows.
 The bedroom.
 That's where old ladies keep
 all the good stuff

 She didn't see him get in, but suddenly he was gone so she grabbed the phone and
 called the police, just to be safe.
 What!? She's still home?
 That means her boy-toy has to be
 somewhere in the house too-
 Huh?

 Adam opened the door dressed in a robe when the police rang the doorbell.
 He woke up Mrs. Poppel and together they could confirm that the house hadn't been
 broken into. The officers couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, but gave Mrs
 Poppel a number to call if they saw anything
 The following day a man by the name Eric was reported missing. He had lived a
 rough life of petty crime and robbery, and sometimes didn't contact his friends or
 family for weeks so it was impossible to say when exactly he disappears. It could
 have been that same day, or two weeks prior People wondered if maybe he had
 been the man sneaking around outside Mrs. Poppel's house, but everyone agreed
 that it was probably just a coincidence. After all, people like him went missing all
 the time in the surrounding towns.
 And even if it was him, what did it matter? Mrs. Poppel and Adam were good
 eople who were loved by the whole town. There was no reason to cause trouble for
 them, no matter what their relationship was.

 Besides, Mrs. Poppel had one of her good weeks after that night, seeming a lot more
 cheerful and happy. It would be a shame to ruin it.
thehumon:
I’m not entirely sure if this story has a supernatural element to it or not. Are they just run of the mill cannibals or vampires/demons? Occultists? Maybe only Adam? So many possibilities.
I also struggled a lot with Adam’s looks. I wanted him to look like an honest to god nice, charming guy who also looked super creepy in the right (wrong?) light.
There was supposed to be a whole backstory about Mrs. Poppel’s husband and when Adam came into her life, but I decided to leave it out as it was already pretty text heavy.

thehumon: I’m not entirely sure if this story has a supernatural element to it or not. Are they just run of the mill cannibals or vampires/d...

Animals, Ass, and Bad: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town? Heck yeah! Yes Reply Alright lets do this So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street, so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda dazed, still sleepy. Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere, and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away So my trip so far has been mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and sticks I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him, which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool, whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a stream near by to let him drink Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood and whatever the hell else is in those woods. Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street. Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet. I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which, from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting story Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house, which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging a bear covered in blood around by its neck For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood red eyes So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall. which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote for a couple nights (coyotes most people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my neighborhood So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood. 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 So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like
 someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street,
 so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end
 and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am
 and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside
 Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes
 also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he
 still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on
 him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda
 dazed, still sleepy.
 Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y
 house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal
 skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l
 run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after
 him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the
 lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back
 before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally
 I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l
 run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly
 thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying
 to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this
 point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere,
 and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and
 boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass
 sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees
 out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks
 After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally
 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out
 managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in
 the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the
 mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way
 After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i
 last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away
 So my trip so far has been
 mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2
 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally
 So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm
 one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm
 breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and
 sticks
 I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off
 and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in
 distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him,
 which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool,
 whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he
 pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a
 stream near by to let him drink
 Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now
 that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with
 both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got
 ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in
 water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way
 back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1
 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start
 the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash
 and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me
 with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood
 and whatever the hell else is in those woods.
 Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a
 rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are
 gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk
 until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street.
 Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the
 ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire
 practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I
 wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that
 So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet.
 I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take
 off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping
 down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which,
 from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those
 woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog
 outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with
 dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my
 house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever
 He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if
 Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours
 t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in
 l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine
 UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting
 story
 Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house,
 which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw
 (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging
 a bear covered in blood around by its neck
 For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard
 the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets
 and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling
 everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood
 red eyes
 So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who
 feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood
 Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes
 sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in
 blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that
 was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an
 accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed
 through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall.
 which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote
 for a couple nights (coyotes most
 people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the
 actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my
 neighborhood
 So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood.
 I was too embarrassed.
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