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« on: February 28, 2013, 03:13:03 am »
"Well, sir, I was a detective in a drug bust operation in Guatemala when it happened. My unit were moving through the bush when we came along the worst thing I ever saw - there were men, skinned and hung from the trees, like, like wind chimes. We didn't know what the hell was going on, so we decided to get out fast. You've read the report, sir; you know what happened next. Members of our team were mysteriously murdered - our mini gunner lasered through the chest, some guy got his head ripped off - and eventually we became aware that something was hunting us. One of the dead managed to wound it a little, make it bleed. That cheered us up; if it bled, we could kill it. So we tried. Like dumbasses, but we tried.
We built a death trap, tried to lure it in, but it went around. Killed a bunch of us, and we had to sacrifice two squad members to delay it.
It kept at us like that, hunting until only I was left. The choppa chopper was only a few miles away. I was so close - and then it caught up to me. I challenged it - figured that it wanted to be seen as a macho alien, so it fought me hand-to-hand. It would've killed me if it hadn't fallen down a cliff in the struggle. I made it back to the choppa after that, but I have the feeling that it survived, sir. It's still out there, waiting for me.
And I'll get it someday, sir."
((No prizes for guessing which movie I ripped off.))
