Conflag Strikes Again

[Acespades]

I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

It was a squirrel and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close! . I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle; but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.

I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened; and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular. He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.

And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there.

It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands; and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of! a Valkyrie can only have one result.

Torque.

This is what the Valkyrie is made for; and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared, and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in - well, I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back.

The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration, I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices; but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle. My brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time, the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death); and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment); so her front end started to drop.

Now, picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally, I got the upper hand. I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked - sort of.

Spectacularly sort of ...so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly, a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throw! was a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams.

They weren't mine.

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.

So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway.

That was one thing. The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car, but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And awhole lot of Band-Aids.

[Conflag]

*clears her throat* I cannot be hold liable for any damage to property or your person, or loss of any object or item, I have read your story thoroughly, and I believe you are nothing but a liar and a fraud, My squirrel minions have never, and I mean never, failed to kill someone, So obviously, since you are alive you are a liar. I will call my lawyer in the morning, and I shall see you in court.


Even if the story you tell me is true, said squirrel cannot be proved to be one of my demonic minions of destruction and chaos, and therefore you cannot prosecute me for said act. I hope you will think more closesly before trying to run over a poor, helpless squirrel.


Good day.

[Acespades]

I had a squirrel attack me and that is that. You are jealous that I have Acorns of mass destruction in my HOUSE while you have simple acorns in your tree. Please I will see you in court. You do not realize that Squirrels are simple minded and can be persuaded by a human or a shotgun. I have one of your squirrels hostage. If you ever want to see him again you wont have them come after me. We will meet at the old Oak tree and you will bring 100,000 acorns or I will blow the brains, or lack thereof, out of your little friend.. And if you even try to trick me I will go after the leader, Scratchy. Wanna test me?

[Conflag]

I had a squirrel attack me and that is that. You are jealous that I have Acorns of mass destruction in my HOUSE while you have simple acorns in your tree. Please I will see you in court. You do not realize that Squirrels are simple minded and can be persuaded by a human or a shotgun. I have one of your squirrels hostage. If you ever want to see him again you wont have them come after me. We will meet at the old Oak tree and you will bring 100,000 acorns or I will blow the brains, or lack thereof, out of your little friend.. And if you even try to trick me I will go after the leader, Scratchy. Wanna test me?

We have already torched the old oak tree, little one. We hold an army of over 300 million, We have mighty squads of cavalry, artillery squads, Rifleman, Machinegunners, Ninjas, Flying Squirrels, kamakazi squirrels, and over three thousand pirate squirrels in 3 mast caravels. You cannot win, little one. Surrender over scratchy, Or your brother gets it. Thats right, we have Stans.

[Acespades]

Kill stans, you fiend because Scratchy is already dead!

Shotgun right to the face... Wanna try me? I also have Navy Lieutenant General Twiggy.

[Conflag]

I care not for any minion. I care only for the bodycount of the enemy, and he looks quite healthy.

[Errage]

Making my secret army look like squirrels was the best idea I ever ha-

I mean, how horrible!

(Yesss, lull everybody into a safe sense of secutiry... Conflag is the evil one, yesss....)

[Acespades]

Ok he is now dead.


(There was a pic of scratchy but conflag made me take it down.)

[Phase228]

CONFLAG!



Conflag after i killed her...






if your wondering....yes i let her have a few beers got her drunk....I gave her 1 last beer a mini jack daniels that was filled with deadly squirrel poison....it was then end of conflag

[Conflag]

CONFLAG!



Conflag after i killed her...






if your wondering....yes i let her have a few beers got her drunk....i gave her 1 last beer a mini jack daniels that was filled with deadly squirrel poison....it was then end of conflag

There are so many things wrong with this, I won't even bother.

[Phase228]

that's because conflag you know it's true!

[Acespades]

Aww he can put a drunk squirrel on there but I cant have one with its brains blown away?

[Relz]

Copy pasta itt.

Off topic: I saw the squirrel on ski's like 3 times IRL and got to pet it and stuff. It's so cool.

[Acespades]

That was no squirrel that was conflag

[Troys]

lucky you got to pet cornflag =[