He is out there. Moving around the 4B like a well trained killing machine. He moves swiftly, silently. He knows he is the hunted, and he likes it that way. What better way to prove himself greater than his adversary? He could take him at any minute. Knowing that the Jew thinks otherwise it what drives him.
He is Ouday. Who does the Jew think he is that he can come onto Ouday’s land and expect to hunt him down like a common animal? He is anything but common. Many have fallen at the feet of man over the years, but not the great warrior hog. His is a destiny far greater than that of the Russian boars that witlessly line themselves up like hens to the fox.
He was born for this. The torment he has caused the Jew so many of these nights is proof of that. His confidence over his enemy rivals nothing the 4B has ever seen. He senses the sleepless nights. He feels the sweat running down the Jew’s brow as he wakes from another nightmare.
The dreams are all the same.
Night falls over the 4B. The Jew, ever envisioning his victory, heads out into the badlands on foot. Heavily armed and full of confidence he knows this will be the night. He can feel it in the air. How proud he will be upon returning to base camp with the head of the mighty Ouday adorning his walking stick. A trophy of epic proportions. Scoreboard: Jew. Suddenly and without warning the sound of a fallen branch snaps to his right. He turns with the flashlight to see the tail end of the shadow pass by. His heart begins to beat madly, his eyes wild with fear. He realizes his time on this earth is limited, and begins to speak. Just as he finishes recalling the Dearborn Independent for his unborn child, Ouday appears out of nowhere, in full charge.
This is where the dream ends. Always it ends at the point of the charge. He spends countless hours trying to analyze the dream but to no avail. He must end the life of this evil carnivore. It’s the only way to make the hogs stop screaming.
He is out there. His very existence ever mocks the Jew. Taunting him with every step. Haunting him with every breath. Hunting him with every silent maneuver.
Ouday laughs to himself while he instinctively maps out his plan of attack for their next encounter. This is his land. The 4B is no Jerusalem.
The hunter is now the hunted, and Ouday likes it that way.
I could give you the adulation you deserve for this, Instead I will tell you what I am thinking. Last time I stalked Ouday I just finished watching "Black Hawk Down".
I am watching "The Last Samurai" As we speak. I am thinking I need a sword!!!
I swear you took me there!...I felt like the cameraman for the Crocodile Hunter. :thumb:
Not being Jewish I find it hard to identify with the HOG-OCD burden that Nate carries...but the fact that he is a modern day Paladin excites the animal instinct in all of us.
I swear you took me there!...I felt like the cameraman for the Crocodile Hunter. :thumb:
Not being Jewish I find it hard to identify with the HOG-OCD burden that Nate carries...but the fact that he is a modern day Paladin excites the animal instinct in all of us.
Goodluck Nate. Ouday is a marked hog.
Clark
I wield my sword in the name of that grizzled old fuck....I mean Mr. Bilberry that serves as the Emperor of the land of swine and ol' #7.
I am haunted in my dreams by Ouday. It is an evil battle we wage, The Jew who would hunt pigs. Ouday feels the tremor in the force.
You my friend have been renamed he who Dances with Pigs. Costner phoned...wants to do a sequel. Greg on the screenplay...obviously.
Just remember...to maintain your legendary status you must only take one bullet with you...one shot...one kill.
It's the 4B way. I think.
Clark
After the success of my last trip I have a lot of "1 Bullets" left.
The only thing that concerns me, Is if Smackie goes on another one of his indiscriminate killing sprees, Ouday might be in the stack of bodies. He is truly the Malvo of pig jihads.
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