I don't really know where to begin. Just thinking of this person is giving me a headache. My encounter with them wasn't exactly pleasant. But why, you might ask? Well, let me tell you a story of how a 10 year old kid almost shot me(with a real gun).
I was walking around a park with headphones plugged in, listening to my questionable music, enjoying a nice and lovely summer day. Seems pretty normal, right? You wouldn't think of meeting a psycopath in the making. During my walk, I noticed around me different kids of groups groups of kids playing all sorts of games, from basic tag to extremely advanced knight roleplay combined with cowboys riding rockets. I love the creativity kids have, ............[conjunctie] and seeing the differences between the groups was a nice addition to my walk.
I notice.....noticed there was a group playing hide and seek, but only saw the seeker. There was nothing unusual, so I look.......... away and keep kept on walking.  I hear a loud, "Ready or not, here I come!", I turn around and booming through my headphones is the sound of the kid cocking a shotgun.
My immediate, albeit dumb reaction was to approach the kid and ask him "Why the hell do you have a gun? Do your friends know this?"
I don't think I need to explain how getting close to someone with a gun is a really bad idea. He looks at me, dead in the eyes, with a cold glare and responds "No. I ........ have never liked them anyway. They ............. have always bullied me. It's time for revenge."
The wave of feeling surging through me was enormous. I was confused, scared yet determined to stop him. How did a 10 year old even get hold of a gun? Did he steal it from his father? Guess I'll never find out, as the next thing I did was trying to take the gun from the kid's hands(VERY BAD IDEA, even though he was weak, just one click of the trigger would mean my demise) and manage to snatch it away, but that son of a gun actually pulled the trigger as I tried taking it away. Thankfully, I held the gun away from my body and none of the pellets got to me. The fact that this kid brought a freaking gun, along with the audacity to actually shoot it, resulted in an immediate police call from my part as I tied him up to a tree, told his friends what happened and they immedietally started trashing him down with words and rock throws.
And that's the story. It still baffles me how this can even happen,[uneste propozitiile]though it did happen quite a while ago. I wonder what the kid is doing right now, perhaps he managed to get a better life after this 'little' incident.

Last edited by Edgyguy (2019-06-11 01:01:32)