neolistic

This is a funny story of a Halo3 gamer who rages a bungie forum, and causes mass disruption to a peachy and n00b infested community. I suggest you go to the forum, and read the replys to get mass lulz. I was in a double team ranked game earlyer today when I saw a mouse run behind my desk into my closet. All while I was in a team doubles with a friend. Mice had been plaguing my downstairs kitchen all week, and I saw this as a oppertunity to turn the tide on the fight. So i quickly dropped the controller mid game, and started to make my move. I franticly closed one side of the closet and grabbed a small plastic container that had been lying on my desk. I started to move binders, and boxes from the closet one by one. When I finnally got to the last box I saw the mouse hiding in a corner. As soon as it saw it was in sight it ran straight for the nearest opening. What the mouse did not know was that I was a level 44 lone wolf, and wolfs eat mice!!!. With all my practicing in lone wolfs on my aim, it was just like getting a head shot with the sniper. Droping down the container on the mouse when it got to the entrance. Like a professional lone wolf gamer I set the trap, and lured my pray to its death. After droping down the container I quickly grabbed a binder from beside me. Slid the thin opening flap of the binder underneath the container, and lifted it up with both hands. This trapped the mouse from making a escape from the container. I then yelled "Mom I caught a mouse". She replied "thats good, what are you going to do with it?". Little did she know I had a deadly plan for this unfortunate little mouse. After that I took the trapped mouse into the bathroom. Where I dropped it into the toilet, where it begin to swim for its life. The curved contours of the toilet made this a inescapaeble death trap. I wondered to myself what type of death this mouse deserved for its constant defecating in my downstairs kitchen. Then it came to me, like a respawning sniper rifle of death. Little did the mouse know it would be far more painful then a sniper shot to the head. Lying in my closet was a stun gun, that contained two 9 volt batteries. One of the most lethal stun guns you could possibly own as a civilian. I grabbed it , and made my way back to the toilet where the mouse was still fighting for its life. What followed next was a couple shocks from this leathal stungun which made the mouse stop and shake violently. After a few more it stoped all together, and accepted its death by breathing in the water that surrounded it. While the water filled the lungs of the now dying mouse you could see weird white fluid leave its small mouth. Must of been the garbage it had been feeding on the past couple days I deviously thought. After it had finnaly drowned I bent over, looked it square in the face, while waving my finger, and said. "don't mess with a champion gamer mouse that killed me, only to be killed in the process". turned around, and picked back up my controller. Source http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=13627320&postRepeater1-p=1 You will get mass LULZ from the replys