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Meet the Famn Damily... Part One - The Monster of Htaed - 09-23-2016
“A man’s man is precisely what I am. You know the type that stands up for what he believes in no matter who may look upon him in a judging manner. The man who understands he is not above anyone else, but has been created equal, a man who welcomes death when it is his turn to enter Valhalla. I am a man who knows he will never be a God, a man that has accepted he is below his creator. The kind of man who is willing to do bad things to those who choose to walk the path of evil and for the sake of good. Living and breathing kind of man, a man who feels pain, who feels suffering, a man that can die. I’m a man God has given the eyes to see the truth and not be fooled by the mockery of shadows. Like your claims to not feeling pain, the claims of many others to be Gods, you all are the same, just some false deity only wishing they were true. A man that knows anything is possible as long as your intentions are good, pure, humble, and you're willing to pour all of your sweat, blood and tears.
You believe you are indestructible? Good for you, that doesn’t mean I am not going to put your body through the test come Wednesday, you say you can chop off your foot and it will grow back pretty neat trick. Too bad for you I am not really the trickster kind of man, I like the blunt and to the point. So if you do heal rapidly, I guess I will just have to keep the assault coming so fast and excruciating you won’t be able to heal the first wound before the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, hell I don’t care if it takes until the millionth, I will cause you pain, I will make you suffer, and I will defeat you. How, do you ask? Well, you see that is all I have ever really been good at, standing up for myself and those who can’t stand on their own, good intentions, depraved actions, every true warrior is capable of. Not that you aren’t, you just won’t be as good at it as I.
I’m usually not the serious type but for some reason, your tongue just set off an alarm in my head and made me realize I needed to be serious for this one. Why? Well, it is simple you are a fucking madman, thinking you are invincible, talking as if you are some immortal being. Now come Warfare my soul purpose is to show you exactly what pain is, to show you exactly that no one is immortal, and of course prove to you and everyone else you are no God! The real God has given me a set of skills that allow me to sweep through bad and evil like a hot knife through butter. Your own belief in yourself is going to be your demise because one who thinks he can’t be harmed leaves himself vulnerable and I will pinpoint those vulnerabilities, which will allow me to destroy you.
What did you think you’re little story would scare me? You have a better shot trying to convince me you will beat me at Warfare and continue your title reign, not likely. I know I was placed on this earth to protect the weak and helpless from those like you, those who aren’t God fearing. The lord though is very mysterious because he himself knew it would take someone who isn’t God fearing to destroy the equal. So even if you are some sort of God or whatever you’d like to call yourself, you do not put fear into the eyes of men like me. We are fearless for we know we will be at war for eternity, we will meet with our brothers from this life in a new and we will take arms, riding the horses of death and destruction into the battlefields, like great warriors that we are!
May our battlefield at Warfare be blessed with glory and honor? Let us put on a fight of legendary status, a magnificent showing of violence and skill. The people shall talk about it as if it was the showing of God vs. Man. Which in this case man will win, I will break you, your spirit, and your fucking health. I expect you to be coming to the match with the same intentions; I want this win of mine to be the most talked about and everyone to see what kind of man I really am. I want the most ruthless, determined, and focused Dillinger has ever been. So when I get the three count wherever our bout shall land us, no one will have any excuses as to how I won. You may have beaten the best XWF has had to offer, you may not have to train to win matches, come this Wednesday at Warfare you are going to wish you would have trained a little for the ass whoopin you are about to endure. One last thing, Oink, Oink, Mother Fucker!”
Meet the Famn Damily... Part One
Time: 1400
Date: Sep. 23rd, 2016
Location: Highway 131, Michigan
It is a gloomy slightly damp day on US 131 northbound, the sun hidden by overcast clouds. The windows are slightly down on Bearded War Pig’s custom black El Camino, Smut is in the passenger seat puffing on a fat joint, blowing smoke rings out the window. Bearded War Pig is driving with a smile on his face, knowing he is heading up north to visit his family for the day and night before returning to Detroit to make and appearance on Slaughter. The speedometer reads about eighty miles per hour, while some hard rock is blasting out the two fifteens in a box behind their seats, B.W.P’s hands can’t help but tap on the steering wheel to the beat.
Bearded War Pig is wearing a pair of shell-toed black on black Adidas shoes, black ankle socks, a pair of coyote tan contractor cargo pants, and a brown leather belt on his lower body. His upper body he is wearing a plain black t-shirt, his shoulder harness with his S&W SD40 VE and two extra magazines, over that a charcoal grey long john shirt, and a tri-color camouflage operators hat, with his dead “brothers” Marine Corps patch, stuck to the Velcro square on the front of the hat. Bearded War Pig turns and grabs the joint from Smut.
Smut is wearing a pair of black shiny dress shoes, a nice pair of dark blue slacks, a black leather belt, more of a business style look. He is wearing a black t-shirt, with a dark blue blazer covering it up with a dual shoulder holster, holding two fully automatic Uzis. His face is not painted like normal, but he is wearing a pair of silver aviator glasses even though it isn’t sunny, his head still covered in dreads. After Smut hands B.W.P the joint he slaps his lips open and closed, trying to gain some saliva from the cotton mouth caused from the dank ass weed. With no success, he just grabs his XXX Vitamin water and begins to chug a lug, lug.
After wetting his lips he takes the moment to talk shop.
“Not to ruin this trip to see your family or anything but we need to discuss a little business, concerning the deal, we have going with my cousin Duncan out in Vegas. He keeps calling me wondering how much longer until we can have the guns for his motorcycle club the “Sinners of Salvation.” So do you even know where this secret armory is yet?”
Bearded War Pig smiles and licks his lips before taking another drag on the joint, he then passes it back to Smut. Smut takes the joint and right as he is about to place it between his freshly wetted lips, Bearded War Pig nut taps him. Smut drops the cherry red tipped joint in his lap while he chokes on his own nuts, B.W.P just laughs and smirks, while he speaks.
“Listen here cock bag how many times do I need to tell you I am in charge because I am just better at running the operations, I have the balls to make sure what needs to be done gets done. So since you and your damn cousin can’t relax a little and just let daddy do what he does, yes I have the location, I also have already contacted all of my brothers from the “Dirty Deuce” days, almost the whole fucking squad that is left is down. For the ones that aren’t well that is kind of what this trip is for, see every time I was home while in, I trained them, so they can possibly be the fill-ins. Now you don’t seem so confident that I am going to fuck this whole thing up, huh? Knocked you down a few notches.”
Bearded War Pig swerves in and out of a little-congested traffic of people afraid to go no more than two miles over the speed limit in the fast lane. Bearded War Pig gives them the middle finger while passing in the right lane, the old women passenger just stares in a shocked trance.
“Fuck you! You stupid toothless Cunt!”
Bearded War Pig screams out the window with his middle finger high in the sky. As he pulls back into the fast lane in front of the old farts. He then looks over to his buddy and second hand Smut, who is still keeled over choking on his balls from the vicious nut slap. Bearded War Pig then turns his attention back to the road. Admiring the trees of the small strips of forest, as well as the farmland they are passing, more and more the further they travel north. Bearded War Pig looks back to his best friend, who is now sitting up straight, but with anger spewing from his pores. Knowing the nut slap must of hurt his feelings a little more than planned, he becomes kind of heart.
“Hey bro I am sorry but I have told you so many times don’t fucking doubt me man. I know I’m not the smartest when it comes to books and school like knowledge. Doesn’t mean I don’t have my knowledge in other areas, like guns, tactics, how the world operates, explosives, and the streets. Operations are my thing, especially ones with high threat or violence levels, which guess what this one fucken is! It won’t be the most heavily guarded because they don’t want to draw attention, rumor has it isn’t even the United States cache, the word is it’s the United Nations.”
“Wait a minute, if it is a weapons depot owner by the United Nations, I would assume that is illegal in the sense, it basically is military of another nation on our soil. This job just got a whole lot more interesting why would you hold a conspiracy of this amplitude from me? Oh and just because you side tracked my mind with this incredible information, doesn’t mean I’m letting the nut slap go.”
Bearded War Pig just smirks knowing if he throughout the real gushy center of government corruption it would take Smut’s mind off of knowing B.W.P treats him like a bitch at times. Bearded War Pig honestly believes Smut and himself are best friends, just when it comes to business B.W.P lets everyone know he is above them when it comes to his operations. B.W.P extends his arm and hand over to Smut waving him to pass the joint. Smut takes a quick last hit from the joint he had to relight from it going out after almost burning a hole in his pants, before almost handing it to Pig.
“Before I pass this to you, I want you to promise to buy me a new pair of khakis when we get back to the city, for the slightly burn mark the joint left.”
“Dammit Smut, pass the fucking joint, I’m not paying for shit, you’re lucky I didn’t burn your fucking eyeballs out for the tone you took with me!”
Smut extends the joint out again acting like he had been intimidated into passing the joint without the fulfillment of his request. Bearded War Pig smiles and reaches for the joint just before his fingers touch the stick of heavenly dankness; Smut quickly pulls the joint back and takes a hit while smacking Pig’s hand away with his free hand. Smut then speaks while exhaling.
“Apologize or no sticky icky for you.”
Smut takes another drag and looks to Pig with a face that would say “what will it be” if it could speak. Bearded War Pig shakes his head knowing he had been beaten.
“Fine I promise I will buy you a new pair of those faggitty ass pants you wear, why do you dress all proper anyways?”
“Let’s just say it is an old habit that was instilled in me.”
Smut takes another hit kind of shaky, just thinking about what happened to make him dress very differently from the kind of people in his circle. Bearded War Pig picks up on the hint that the subject is hard for Smut to think about. Quickly he changes it before even taking a hit on the joint Smut just passed back.
“So I am glad you are meeting my whole damn family finally, how about yourself?”
“Yeah it is pretty crazy how I haven’t met them all yet, as long as we have been friends, I guess when we where younger you had to keep the likes of me out of your family life.”
“Yeah you’ve only met my brother Zachary right?”
“Yeah that one time you brought him in on a small little smash and grab heist a little after you left your parents house at sixteen, moved down to Ohio with me. He was just a young buck then though, I am sure he is much more mature now.”
“I don’t know about mature, but he sure has grown, mother fucker is bigger and taller than I am now. So just a fare-warning, if you think I am fucking nuts, wait till you meet them. The whole famn damily is fucking insane, especially when we are all together. Don’t let any of them fucks punk you either, they will talk a lot of shit. Some may throw down, just stand your ground, beat their ass like they’re just another punk bitch on the block if need be. If you take it, they will just get worse, I promise you, they know not to get to crazy with my friends but if you bust a couple of them in the mouth you will be good...”
Bearded War Pig and Smut continue bullshitting about B.W.P’s blood family while they continue on their drive up north toward Lake, Michigan, where Bearded War Pig’s parents reside.
To be continued...