Joker2u

Ever herp so much, that you derped?

walking down a long courtyard of stone, i come across a small furry animal, which upon further inspection, appeared to be a small squirrel. i let out an involuntary squeal of girlish glee...but that was when it happened, dressed in camouflage uniforms, armed to the teeth, with slingshots and arrow heads, the squirrels  fall from the sky like rain, striking me  again and again, i cry out in pain, and the world goes black  (duh duh duh!)

To speak of violence; You naughty child! You know nothing of this. Give him his hat; His rifle. When we're done with you; A man you shall be. And as such, You will have earned the right, To speak of violence. Oh you poor misguided whelp; You shall see war and Hell in the same breath. Nothing will be as it was ever again; You'll wish you had stayed a child. Wish you had stayed with your toys; your games. (You thought you knew everything there was); Instead you get to know, What it is to speak of violence. Instead you get to know Where it is, that you should face your last, And evil days. Don't forget your boots