Ducky Park
"No," You tell them, "I really shouldn't. I'm not old enough."
They stare at you in shock for a while before responding. "The real Dastardly Dog wouldn't have turned us down for some beers," The guy says to you.
"Yeah, but this is a costume," You explain; "So I'm not the real Dastardly Dog."
"You're an asshole," He tells you.
"That's what I've heard," You reply.
The bikers laugh at this and walk away. You let out a deep breath that you were unaware you had been holding and walk off in search of kids to frighten. It doesn't take long before you are back to your dastardly ways, growling and howling at innocent children as they flee from you in terror.
After striking fear into the hearts of the kids you stop to take a break and sit on a bench, resting your feet. As you sit there attempting to relax a small child of about six years walks up to you and stares you down for well over a minute.
"What do you want, kid?" You ask him, malice evident in your tone.
"You're stupid," he tells you. Then he takes two steps towards you and kicks you in the nuts before running off.
You drop to the ground in pain, cradling your pain laden testies and writhing around on the asphalt. Some time later you rise to your feet and storm off in search of the little demon-child.
Children and parents alike attempt to stop you for photo opportunities and general interaction but you brush past them as if they do not exist, so intent are you on your mission. After nearly an hour of searching you find the little son of a bitch standing in line for the fun house. Your fast paced stride soon turns to an all out run as you charge toward the kid.
You catch him by surprise, slamming him to the ground. You hear a few bones crush beneath your weight as you land atop the child on the pavement.
A wail of despair and pain spews forth from him as you relentlessly drive your giant puffy fists into his face over and over again. His parents and a few other Ducky Park patrons pull you off of the boy as you try desperately to kick at him.
Thankfully security arrives before anyone can punish you for your recklessness. You catch sight of the blood covered face with the pain filled visage of the small child as they drag you to the gates. Your father unleashes his own relentless assault on you with a leather belt when you get home.
The kids parents sue Ducky Park, who in turn sues you. Your father works his ass off to pay for the law suit and takes his aggression out on you almost nightly.
Ducky Park is behind all of this, you think. They will pay.
Oh, how they will pay.
If only you could come up with a plan...
They stare at you in shock for a while before responding. "The real Dastardly Dog wouldn't have turned us down for some beers," The guy says to you.
"Yeah, but this is a costume," You explain; "So I'm not the real Dastardly Dog."
"You're an asshole," He tells you.
"That's what I've heard," You reply.
The bikers laugh at this and walk away. You let out a deep breath that you were unaware you had been holding and walk off in search of kids to frighten. It doesn't take long before you are back to your dastardly ways, growling and howling at innocent children as they flee from you in terror.
After striking fear into the hearts of the kids you stop to take a break and sit on a bench, resting your feet. As you sit there attempting to relax a small child of about six years walks up to you and stares you down for well over a minute.
"What do you want, kid?" You ask him, malice evident in your tone.
"You're stupid," he tells you. Then he takes two steps towards you and kicks you in the nuts before running off.
You drop to the ground in pain, cradling your pain laden testies and writhing around on the asphalt. Some time later you rise to your feet and storm off in search of the little demon-child.
Children and parents alike attempt to stop you for photo opportunities and general interaction but you brush past them as if they do not exist, so intent are you on your mission. After nearly an hour of searching you find the little son of a bitch standing in line for the fun house. Your fast paced stride soon turns to an all out run as you charge toward the kid.
You catch him by surprise, slamming him to the ground. You hear a few bones crush beneath your weight as you land atop the child on the pavement.
A wail of despair and pain spews forth from him as you relentlessly drive your giant puffy fists into his face over and over again. His parents and a few other Ducky Park patrons pull you off of the boy as you try desperately to kick at him.
Thankfully security arrives before anyone can punish you for your recklessness. You catch sight of the blood covered face with the pain filled visage of the small child as they drag you to the gates. Your father unleashes his own relentless assault on you with a leather belt when you get home.
The kids parents sue Ducky Park, who in turn sues you. Your father works his ass off to pay for the law suit and takes his aggression out on you almost nightly.
Ducky Park is behind all of this, you think. They will pay.
Oh, how they will pay.
If only you could come up with a plan...
