There is nothing more satisfying...
Reg
location: back to the wilderness
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registered: 1999.11.22
...than bashing another man's brains in with your shillelagh. I mean guns are for pussies that are afraid to stand and fight. Hand to hand combat is the way to go with nothing more than clubs, cudgels, sticks, shillelaghs to do your dirty work with. If you kill a man in hand to hand combat then you feel like you have really done something.
If you shoot a person from a distance, blow them up with a missile or a bomb, you are just a lazy wimp. Anybody can press a button or pull a trigger. When you want to satisfy your primal urge for combat and killing though, there should be nothing more than a club or stick used and your opponent should have the same to face you.
At the end of that kind of combat you have won and feel you have done something and you can then rip out and devour your opponent's heart with pride. His soul and the very power of his previous existence is then yours. That is victory.
This is how the world should end. A bloody and gruesome battle under a dying sun with the wailing of the losers desperately trying to penetrate the vacuum of space.
Glory be to the victors.
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'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
Reg
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...than bashing another man's brains in with your shillelagh. I mean guns are for pussies that are afraid to stand and fight. Hand to hand combat is the way to go with nothing more than clubs, cudgels, sticks, shillelaghs to do your dirty work with. If you kill a man in hand to hand combat then you feel like you have really done something.
If you shoot a person from a distance, blow them up with a missile or a bomb, you are just a lazy wimp. Anybody can press a button or pull a trigger. When you want to satisfy your primal urge for combat and killing though, there should be nothing more than a club or stick used and your opponent should have the same to face you.
At the end of that kind of combat you have won and feel you have done something and you can then rip out and devour your opponent's heart with pride. His soul and the very power of his previous existence is then yours. That is victory.
This is how the world should end. A bloody and gruesome battle under a dying sun with the wailing of the losers desperately trying to penetrate the vacuum of space.
Glory be to the victors.
–--
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
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