Worst Possible Thing: The Park
It’s a beautiful, dazzling day in Falcon Park. School has been dismissed and everyone is out and about playing hockey in the parking lot, and baseball in diamond, and football and soccer in the vast field of turf. The world seems at peace as their is so much happiness and joy in the park. But it is about to become a dark, gloomy, rainy day in an instant.
You decide to partake in the joy illuminating from Falcon Park and take your dog for a walk. You leash up your Bernese mountain dog and head out the door. You lock the door and hit the sidewalks. You make your way to the various trails going through Falcon Park. Since you’re a fat, lazy, person who doesn’t get out much, you have to take a rest at the bench. As you observe the children play their games you don’t notice that your dog, Pooch has escaped from the grasps of his brand new black leather studded collar. You look up to see where Pooch has gone and you see…
Pooch is racing towards a group of kids playing soccer.
They’ve just noticed that Pooch is racing towards them.
They try to run from the enormos bulk of beast that is barking vicously.
Pooch’s mouth is foaming.
He lunges at one of the kids, ripping his face off.
The kid is screaming franctically.
You race toward Pooch and try to rip him off.
He turns around in his wrath and bites your hand off.
You are thrown to the ground from the force that is Pooch.
You are rolling around in a pool of blood in your agony.
The other kid is screaming.
Pooch chases after another kid and wrestles him to the ground.
Pooch inserts his bloodied mouth into they kid’s chest and rips out his lungs.
A bystander nearby has called 9-1-1.
The cops show up with shotguns.
They take aim from behind their car and fire.
The first shot misses him.
The second enters Pooches chest.
He continues running.
The police reload and fire again.
Pooch continues to run.
The police reload and fire again.
Pooch lunges at the door and smashes his skull against the window.
After the dog was slain the news crews come onto the gruesome scene. They report how the vicious dog was killed and how many children he ate in the end. He killed five. You’re safe in the hospital in a comfortable bed. You’re hand is long gone. You just think how lucky you are that you weren’t one of the unfortunate children.
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