>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
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