- Slumzy
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- Honorable Member
The best form of defence is offence.
Lets get offensive.
A bulk of men shifted their way through the town. Half of which did not look fit for this kind of work, they looked as if they'd played video games all their life's.
One of the soldiers started approaching our front door, he knocked twice.Heavily. My father opened the door slowly and readied himself for what ever was coming.
It was not good, the marine told him that he and his family need to leave urgently as there is a fleet of phantoms heading this way. My father never reacts to anything logically. He slammed shut the door.
My father walked through the house toward the back garden, he headed to the shed. Minutes later he emerged with an old double-barreled shotgun; he didn't look happy...
Bored, so y'know.