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Ghost Tank · (03-27-2018)

Ghost Tank, banged up from all the self-inflicted damage he has caused, throat and his battle with the bear healing up. To aide with the healing, he felt like doing pretty much next to nothing. Technically.

You see, the behemoth would be seen walking to a carnival/amusement park, at night, walking to the gate as the guards on duty walked up to him.

You can't be here, sir. It's not open this late.

The silent guard walked up to Ghost Tank, moving to press his hand to Tank's chest. The massive slab of humanity looked down, and grinned wide only for the rent-a-cop to realize something was way too off about this man and as he was about to try and call in for some of the security officers roaming about to come out and help, Tank grabbed him by the neck with his right hand, the other Fake Cop with the left, smashing their skulls together hard enough they were bleeding and unconscious. He then made his way inside, looking at several of the rides on display. Tilt-a-whirls, a roller coaster, carousel, bumper car area, different food and drink stands. He then began to walk throughout the grounds, until he'd find the switches to begin turning on the entire park.

Seeing lights flicker to life, the remaining security force came to swarm Ghost Tank. However, he was gone. When they turned around, he was holding onto a large mallet, used for the strength game, smash the pad, send the metal into the bell, win a prize. One of the officers was unlucky enough to meet with the full blow of the beefy bastard, causing several bones to crack, but inside, the ribs had pierced through lungs and heart. The man was dead. It was about 4 more men left, and he grabbed one of them as they fled,only to fling him straight into two of them like he was nothing more than dart, causing him to crash into the two. This left one man left, and Tank took the mallet with both hands, and it up and over his head, only to swing hard and release the mallet, as it flew through the air, and with a sickening crack, it hit the man right in the back of his head, cracking his skull open, wide enough that the blood and some of the brainmeats began to spill out of the cracked surface.

Tank continued on with his warpath, as he walked over to the three downed men, still staggered from the force of being knocked down by another human being. By the time he was upon them, it was too late as he rushed, and lifted his leg up and slammed a big boot into the man's face, causing him to fly backwards as if he was literally using the power of flight to cover the distance. The other two were getting their throats squeezed, with the tips of his fingers touching their spinal column, and he began to be crushed, until spine met windpipe and went through it, and they were soon dead. Ghost Tank then went to the last conscious human, and grabbed him by his hair, and flung him, much like how he had tossed him earlier, only, with the force of the yank, the man had been forcefully scalped. Which angered the monster, and caused him to be grabbed by his throat and thigh, being lifted up high above his head, and thrown straight towards one of the carousels, his back colliding with the platform. Ghost Tank stood onto the platform, and broke one of the poles that the rideable horses were on, only to pick up the last guard, lift him up, then slam him through the broken pole, spearing through his liver. He then went to the ride's box to control how fast it moved, turning it up, and starting the ride before climbing on board one of the not broken horses, and enjoyed about a two minute ride, before hopping off and onto the ground, letting it go around and around with the man bleeding out, and his blood beginning to slowly flow with the constant movement, making it begin to coat the platform with the blood.

To finish his little adventure, however, Tank moved to a much smaller ride. A kind of ride that is usually found outside of stores, where you put in a quarter, and you get a minute long ride on a small train or a rocket. Something that's obviously made for a 4 year old. And Tank sat on top of it, with the metal seeming to screech and moan as he rode on the object, and his entire body moved with it, bucking about. It would last that minute, and he put in another quarter, and it would start the cycle once more, until it finally broke on him. So he did what any adult would do, he picked that motherfucker up and chucked it as far as he could.

And that, is why Ghost Tank is never allowed inside any amusement park, ever.

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