"So what was your vacation like? If I remember correctly, you were going to Kamchatka?"
"Let me tell you, firstly? It sucked. And then it sucked some more. And lastly it SUCKED."
"Seriously?"
"Biggest mistake of my life. I'm never going back to that place."
"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad."
"It was. And I've got the bandage to prove it, see?"
"Fuck, that looks nasty, what happened?"
"Well, I came out of the subway alright. Then I lost my map. Must have fallen off a pocket or something."
"Bad luck I guess."
"That was only the beginning. At first I thought I'd do it like I do in adventure games, you know? Explore at my leasure and everything. But I got lost. Completely fucking lost. I somehow ended up in a forest of all things."
"As usual you suck at following directions."
"So there I was in the forest, when I heard a godawful roar... and then I saw two fucking bears. TWO FUCKING BEARS, man, I thought I was gonna get eaten! Good thing they didn't notice me."
"And then?"
"I sneaked away, duh. But, like I said, lost. I had no idea where I was going and somehow ended circling my way back to the fucking bears four times. Four times, man, I still can't believe it."
"Bwahahaha!"
"Don't laugh, dammit. Anyway, at that point I was so pissed I seriously wanted them fucking bears to get nuked from space orbit. Or at least for one of them to slip on a banana peel or something."
"Did it?"
"What?"
"Slip on a banana peel."
"We were in a goddamn forest, what do you think?!"
"Sorry, sorry."
"I got away, again, and this time it seemed like I was going the right way. I passed a tower and a few minutes later I found myself at a gas station. You know, the type that doubles as a mini-market and triples as a parking lot."
"Yeah, I know. Did you buy a new map?"
"Tried. There were a few people inside, but everyone was just looking at me slack-jawed. Didn't matter what I was saying."
"Well, no offence, but you probably looked like shit."
"I thought so too and figured I'd find the toilet to get myself a little more presentable... Get rid of the twigs in my beard at least."
"And?"
"There was a friggin' horse in there."
"Bwahahahahaha!"
"Don't laugh I said! I got out and headed to an empty parking space to clear my head... except it wasn't empty, some guy was smoking there. He looked me up and down, grinning like an idiot. "Want to buy some... special stuff?" he asked me."
"Ooooooo, that sounds suspicious."
"Yeah, I figured he'd try to sell me weed or something... and then he opened a box and I saw it."
"Saw what?"
"Stalin's left eye."
"No way!"
"Yes, way. He shoved it in my face and started chanting some stuff about ressurection and the undead. So I did what any sane person would have done in that situation and punched him in the face."
"Spoken like a true hero! Have a bro-fist!"
"Watch the hand, will you? Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I punched him in the face and he fell over screeching. Then his buddies showed up."
"Let me guess, the guys from the mini-market?"
"Yeah. They were running at me at full speed, waving axes around and screaming "Kill him! Kill him with a guillotine!""
"You're shitting me. That sounds like a cameo in a second rate movie about cults."
"Am not! How do you think I got wounded?"
"Obviously, one of them slipped on a banana peel, fell and accidentaly lobbed his axe at you."
"Enough with the banana peels already! But no, he didn't fall, he just threw the thing. I didn't stick around after that. I run all the way back, past the tower and then... the fucking bears..."
"What is it with you and those bears anyway? Fucking this, fucking that. That's fucking speciest, man."
"No, it's not. It was mating season."
"Oh. Oooooooooooh. Ew."
"Yeah, I know."
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Post edited November 03, 2012 by ashwald