SumDumBum

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from Arkansas City, KS

    • SumDumBum

      Zombies

      9 years ago

      Nora flipped several M4 clips into the shopping cart. All had a clip inversely taped on so as to have as little down time once the firing started. Already having spent an hour practicing switching out clips, she felt confident she could keep a constant rate of fire up for at least five minutes if necessary. Nora passed by the grenades, although loud and dangerous to human, true humans, they would do little to her prey. After attending the three hour seminar earlier in the day, Nora was much more prepared for the following day, having learned weaknesses and strengths of every available weapon, as well as taking several minutes test-firing every weapon. Fingering a Ka-Bar she looked across the aisle at Matt and winked. What the hell, might as well, she thought as she added that to the growing surplus growing in her cot. A .45 Colt pistol, a Glock, along with ten clips for each, an M4, several M4 clips, an assortment of explosives, a dozen flares, two flashlights, rope, a MOLLE (an army rucksack), along with food supplies for up to a week, made up the landscape of her cart.
      Matt was being more conservative, keeping to only that which he felt was absolutely necessary. He did plan on purchasing an M4, however. While expensive, it gave a sense of security and was by far the most preferred weapon to use. Besides, he?d still have the majority of his savings left. Although he may never live to see his unused money, his confidence told him he was up to the task and could return unscathed. Confidence had been one of the main points of a seminar earlier in the week, because without a strong confidence, panic will set in. That?s where 75% of hunters fail, at least according to the teacher, as if there was some way he could know what thoughts went across the damned just before they were turned.
      Matt looked up for a moment of pleasure. Nora was grabbing a machete from the bottom shelf, and Matt couldn?t help but take a second to enjoy the view. Although Nora was not feminine in the least, she did have an attractive aura about her. Nora had grown up with five brothers, so being feminine had never been an option for her. She either had to adapt or die, so she adapted. Never had she played with dolls, instead she spent her time showing up her brothers. Now, at the age of twenty-three, she was more competitive than ever. Gifted the genes for a nice body, she hadn?t wasted them and spent two hours a day minimum in the gym building muscle and toning what she already had. Now she wore just short shorts and a tank-top, typical of her devil-may-care attitude. She probably has more balls then anyone in the group, Matt not so jokingly thought. As she stood up he quickly averted his eyes, trying to look intently at the shotgun rack to his right. Smugly she went to check-out. Matt made one last addition to his arsenal, a watch, and jogged to catch up with her.

      ***

      Chuck pumped eight more rounds into his SPAS-12 pump-action shotgun. In full automatic mode, the gun could shoot four shells in one second, making it unpopular with every instructor on the island. However, Chuck couldn?t resist the sense of power holding the sawn-off shotgun in both hands, blasting away the targets on the range. After discharging his eight rounds, he flipped out his dual .45s and continued the exercise. The point was to eliminate and wave of targets approaching in packs, with only a bullet to the head working as a stopping mechanism. Destroy all the targets before they reach the shooter, and the shooter lives. It helped both accuracy and reloading, although could not accurately produce the panic one would feel in an actual situation.
      Chuck would have to carry several loads of shotgun shells, along with dozens of clips for his pistols, but being a 250 pound ex-linebacker, he would feel little of the strain. Plus, the feeling of packing real heat assisted his macho-man ego. He also had a machete strapped on his back. Although little good for actual killing, it added a sense of security in that it couldn?t jam or run out of ammunition. It could become stuck into his attackers, however, but Chuck had already practiced the technique for yanking it out of flesh that day.
      In the adjacent room, Takeo danced around his targets, slicing through them with his specialized katana. A seventh degree dan in Kento, a Japanese form of fencing, Takeo had long practiced his art-form, starting at the age of six. However, he had not yet received the chance to use it practically. Although technically his back-up weapon, he fully intended on getting the chance to use his beloved katana on a human for the first time tomorrow. His primary weapon, a scope mounted M21, lay oiled and prepped in his room.
      Born in Japan, he had emigrated into the United States at the age of seventeen, and had quickly picked up the language. However, he was able to retain this tradition of his ancestors, and always made a pilgrimage to his homeland at least once a year. Finishing up his college, he had become a professional Kento instructor and traveled the country teaching the art and performing at regional competitions. That was, until he had met his current companions.
      Finishing the course, Takeo wiped the sweat from his brow, and just then noticed how exhausted he was. The course was made to put even the most athletic hunters to work. Targets are rails and wires attacked from all directions, with the goal being to reach the end of the room unscathed. Any tough by any target was considered a failure, and the drill was to be repeated. It wasn?t required of course. No training was required, actually, but only the suicidal simply paid the bill to hunt and took no lessons or drills for the resident expert. Satisfied, he cleaned off his katana and sheathed it. Time to hit the showers.

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      Streets of Heaven

      9 years ago

      Just thought I'd post this....its an accurate depiction of the feelings having a young
      family member with cancer

      Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304.
      Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war.
      This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.
      I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.
      Well, it must be kind of crowded,
      On the streets of Heaven.
      So tell me: what do you need her for?
      Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
      But right now I need her so much more.
      She's much too young to be on her own:
      Barely just turned seven.
      So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

      Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made,
      As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake?
      She wants to ride a pony when she'd big enough.
      She wants to marry her Daddy when she's all grown up.

      Well, it must be kind of crowded,
      On the streets of Heaven.
      So tell me: what do you need her for?
      Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
      But right now I need her so much more.
      She's much too young to be on her own:
      Barely just turned seven.
      So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

      Lord, don't you know she's my angel
      You got plenty of your own
      And I know you hold a place for her
      But she's already got a home
      Well I don't know if you're listenin'
      But praying is all that's left to do
      So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too

      And it must be kind of crowded,
      On the streets of Heaven.
      So tell me: what do you need her for?
      Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever.
      But right now I need her so much more.
      Lord, I know once you've made up your mind,
      There's no use in beggin'.
      So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways,
      And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven.

    • SumDumBum

      Hunter's Safety

      9 years ago

      After 13 hours of class i take the test in 3 minutes and ace it.....seriously....i know its wrong to run down the street with a shotgun shooting up signs....although it did make me feel a little bad when they lectured about how that was bad

    • SumDumBum

      +20 Karma Club

      9 years ago

      Yeah....it sucks to be here

    • SumDumBum

      Camping

      10 years ago

      Well i went camping last weekend but im too tired to type it all out so here's my friends xanga post

      Here

      OR

      Here

      I'd highly recommend reading it....its hilarious

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      gar

      10 years ago

      Only got 3 and half hours of sleep this morning cause i woke up at freaking 4:30 to go fishing.....and to fish what you might ask????? GAR....yes its the miniature alligators that no one else fishes......and they are ferocious let me tell you.....Joe wouldnt cross the river to get to the fishing spot so this like 70 year old hick yells, "Why arent you going you goddamn pussy??"

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      Pics

      10 years ago

      I just added some new pics, theyre all pretty sweet... Went out to Grouse Creek yesterday and its a blast. 5 miles east of where i live there is this awesome creek thats probably 8 feet deep right now and its fairly low...but someone put a tire swing up on one of the banks thats about 15 feet above the water...and you pull the rope back, put your foot in the tire and jump...and end up falling 20 feet into the water...pretty sweet id say

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      Cruel and Unusual Punishment

      10 years ago

      Well gosh darnit, they changed it so you cant post a topic unless you have a karma level of +5, and since i dont have scantily clad women in my photo album, my karma level isnt high enough. Well anyway I just started reading Starship Troopers, again, its awesome, its like a 50's version of HALO, I swear bungie stole ideas from it. Its NOTHING like the movie. The guy is in the Mobile Infantry and he has a suit thats just like the SPARTAN armor...its sweet...anyway i was gonna post a topic on cruel and unusual punishment quoting the book because it has awesome political stuff, but since i cant now ill just post here....the beginning is talking about 20th century
      "'Corporal punishment was forbidden by law,' he had gone on........'I do not understand objections to 'cruel and unusual punishment. While a judge should be benevolent in purpose, his awards should cause the criminal to suffer, else there is no punishment--and pain is the basic mechanism built into us by millions of years of evolution which safeguards us by warning when something threatens our survival. Why should society refuse to use such a highly perfected survival mechanism? However, that period was loaded with pre-scientific psuedo-pyschological nonsense.'
      'As for 'unusual' punishment must be unusual or it serves no purpose....'
      It goes on to use an analogy to spanking a puppy to house train him and teaching people not to commit crimes...its a cool book, i dont recommend most books, it rots the brain, but this one gets two thumbs up

    • SumDumBum

      Xbox

      10 years ago

      I bought an xbox from a foreign exchange student last night for 60 bucks...He couldnt take it with him to Sweden so I lucked out...

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      Tennis

      10 years ago

      Wimbledon has started and now I'm all over the local tennis court...literally. A friend and me have been playing in the heat of the day all weekend..and its exhausting. I also hit a tennis ball about 200 feet on accident, so i have a little power control issue, but its coming along.

  • About Me

    Well I was out squirrel hunting one day at the local park with my AK-47, no big deal right? And i see a big ol' squirrel run across my path and i let out 30 armor piercing rounds and miss with every single one....so needless to say i put a new clip in and started shooting at the tree he was in, and by my fourth clip i caught him right across his nose...i was ecstatic, but then the police showed up and arrested me...WTF!?!?!?! So now im serving 3-6 months...and i waste my time by spending in on here

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  • Comments (7)

    • brad262a

      brad262a

      8 years ago

      haha sorry couldnt resist lol

    • brad262a

      brad262a

      8 years ago

      WHEN U ALREADY START READING THIS DONT STOP OR ELSE SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN...MY NAME IS TEDDY ...I AM 7 YEARS OLD WITH BLOND HAIR AND SCARY EYES. IHAVE NO NOSE OR EARS. I AM DEAD. IF YOU DONT SEND THIS TO 15PPL B4 U GO TO BED I WILL APPEAR 2NIGHT WITH A KNIFE AND KILL U THIS IS NO JOKE SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO U AT 10:22 SOMEONE WILL CALL YOU OR TALK TO YOU ONLINE AND SAY I LOVE YOU OR ASK YOU OUT. NO SEND BACKS

    • coolag12345

      coolag12345

      9 years ago

      hi. you're the only one on my friend list online, so i thought i'd just say hi. so, hi! smiley1.gif

    • Halek

      Halek

      9 years ago

      TAG YOU ARE IT!


      The Game of Tag
      If I tagged you... HA! You now have to follow the rules of the game:

      -You cannot tag someone who tagged you
      -You should tag at least 5 other people (those with 4 or less will be punished by flogging or any other way I can think of)
      -Random tagging is accepted
      -All tagging should be done in the personal comments section on the homepage of the tag-ee
      -Do not eat a live chicken
      -This game is only fun if people participate
      -The goal is for everyone on the site to get tagged EVENTUALLY
      -If you decide to participate, post the rules in your journal or link them to this journal
      -I have a space monkey in my pics section
      -There is no violence until I change the game to capture the flag
      -When capture the flag breaks out, the teams will cluck like chickens until I am satisfied (....???)

    • line

      line

      9 years ago

      i bet it doesn't suck as much as the +2 karma club haha

    • blastman77

      blastman77

      10 years ago

      You live like 40 miles from me, I live in Ponca City (kinda)

    • MyToesRPruny

      MyToesRPruny

      10 years ago

      you should post a journal ..........or something