Message from @Foxhound
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Those things... they change you.
They're fuckin' real alright. And they're far more powerful than you can imagine
Things that breaks logic and science
It's hard to explain Harn. Things that Science says shouldn't exist. Wendigos and Skinwalkers
Shit like that
@AKAlexei I've read about them
SCP page
But still
There's a lot of shit that's real that can't be explained, it's just how it is. Best to make peace with it, and if you can, be friends with it. There isn't any real reason to fear the dark. So make it your friend.
One thing I believe
Dyatlov pass incident
@Hellhound6 still deciding if I should join the marines or army
Any advice?
I was out in Illinoi around 14. We stopped to rest for a bit in this big broad ass area just surrounded by fields. I saw them first. My grandfather didn't. Big, black canine like things. I say like because they moved weird. Almost like they didn't quite belong on all fours. I saw 2 at first, up the road from us, then another one off to the right. Just far enough that I didnt quite understand what I was seeing. All I felt was a terror like nothing else. Ice in my gut.
I shook my grandad, trying to wake him. He was dead to the world at that point so I grabbed his gun out of the glove box. Don't even remember what it was at that point. I got out of the van and stood in the road, watching these fucking things circle the van. They didnt seem like animals. Too human. The faces weren't right. Proportions weren't right.
I shot once in the air, keeping my eyes on one of them. First thing I noticed was the eyes. They weren't canine. They were human. I moved back toward the van, keeping the gun aimed at whichever one drew closer. One of them got too close and I fired until the gun clicked and clicked before my uncle's teaching kicked in. I reloaded and kept moving back.
You don't know fear until you shoot something 4 or 5 times and you know you hit it but it just stares at you. My grandfather grabbed my shirt and dragged me into the van and we took the fuck off. We haven't spoken about it since. But those things followed us for at least 20 miles. We didn't stop until we were in PA. I think my grandfather believes it didn't happen.
Like I said. When you see one, you leave. Respect it, and don't fucking ask questions.
Don't try to fight, don't try to be a hero
@Foxhound Is this story from you?
Yep.
Just asking
Yep. Somewhere around 14 or 15. Mind you, that's like 3 concussions ago so it's a little hazy. But shit like that stays with you.
Wish I had stories to tell
Moral of what we're telling you: Don't fuck with shit that isn't killable.
No. You don't. Trust me on that.
I still see that shit in my nightmares man.
I mean, not batshit crazy stories
But it reminds me how my life's boring
And idiot
Maybe this is the reason why I'm so unfaithful
I'd trade half the shit I've seen for a boring life anyday
No you don't
Two extremes
I would in a heartbeat.
Wouldn't even need to consider it
Having a nice plain life without knowing and seeing some of the shit I've seen?
Fuck man. Wouldn't pass on that
That's not a thing I should judge
But I judge a boring life
Nice view
You wake up and you remind yourself everyday that this day will be the same as everyday you lived