>be me >grandpa owns over 3.8 billion acre dense forest that no human has ever set foot in since the Cambrian Explosion >decide to go camping >[ahem] >innawoods >sort of into /k/ shit, nothing special >bring some light stuff, didn't go too crazy on it >brought my dad's M119 Howitzer (with bayonet just in case) >go out in my 3 story tent >pretty normal until nightfall, where it gets really crazy >there was no sunset, it went immediately from high noon to the dead of night in a literal second, like real life had just become some kind of shitty and obviously fake horror story with over three thousand cliches >suddenly I smell something like rusty blood and old metal, or salty coins and milk, it's hard to describe and/or remember >I see a humanoid figure in the treeline, about 6 inches away from my face >holy shit it's a walkskinner >I can barely hear it, and it shouts from the treeline, "gimme 20 dollars" >fire my howitzer at it >it misses, explodes, pisses off The Walkskinner >start to run away, can barely make it the distance from my campsite back to civilization (my house was like 10 feet away, but my feet were really sore) >start to write this story >do the captcha >post it