They found the place deep in the woods of the Santa Cruz Mountians and decided it was perfect for their gathering.
They were having a great time at this secluded manor with a seemingly endless supply of booze. It was to be their new favorite hang out. What could go wrong? They were in the middle of nowhere and not a soul for miles.
One of the youngsters found a sword and lit it on fire. It was a perfect evening....
Little did they know that it was a set up. The Bush administration used this place to lure in college age kids to so they can be recruited for his war.
After suiting up his small group of elite soldiers were ready to raid the place in a "shock and awe" manor.
They snuck up unseen and unheard. To the world these men did not exsist. Soon the small group of fun lovers would know first hand of their brutal methods.
It was slow at first, for no one was around...
Then they surrounded them with amazing speed and deafening shouts to "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
The leader had to fire a couple "warning" shots into one of the kids but it was a minor price to pay for Bush's war.
After the warning shot the leader secured the perimeter to make sure no one was hiding or planning to escape.
Then came the questioning...
They were hesitant to give answers to how many were in the building and this made the Alpha leader very upset.
So he stormed the place by himself. For he was too upset by the civilians lack of cooperation to wait and had already tasted the sweat taste of blood....He needed more.
Meanwhile the other forces weren't as anxious as the alpha leader and began to mingle with the civilians.
They even sat down to have a beer or two and discuss the football game that was played earlier that afternoon.
After a good talk, an unsuccessful raid and a couple beers the forces left. Some were confused on what exactly just happened but something told them that it was ok and they had some how completed their mission.
The partiers were sad on the loss of their friend but also the departure of their new found friends too.
So before leaving they left them a pretty goodbye note. Written with the charred remains of their friend that the decied to burn there so the wouldn't have to carry him back and his body would never be found for there to be unwanted questioning.
The note read: " Although DR did not make it out of here alive he is still with us in this writing. Thanks for the booze and the women. I hope you get better recruits next time and your donkey doesn't go lame." (Its a rough translation but they will understand.)
Following suit Kevin built a bigger and better chair. But... was it stable?
....Yup it seemed to hold his enormous self.
So I drank a bit for insperation and got to work on my masterpiece that would actually be useful.
A table! Gilly had his doubts but it held up.
With a table erected. There was only one thing we could do.
Congregate around it. Duh. We did eventually play some asshole as usual. Then....
