!W48S2eY4nU 06/01/10(Tue)18:23 No.10208725|
Scratch all of what I said earlier, I actually have a heresy related story that also revolves around alcohol and poor decision making skills.
So back at my old school, I was hanging out a dude's house after the gaming club was done. I had consumed 8 tall boys of steel reserve and gin. There were a bunch of straight edge kids hanging out, and they were saying that liquor was dumb. I had to prove them wrong.
TO show how awesomely numbing alcohol was, I grabbed a straight razor, pinned one of them down with my knee and made him watch as I cut a mark of chaos undivided into my forearm. Then when it was good and bloody I grabbed a length of pvc pipe, broke it over my knee and headed to the back yard.
In the back, there were a bunch of people from the gaming club doing a vampire larp, with foam swords and airsoft guns. I jumped ontop of a table, screamed "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" and I charged. Foam swords dont really hurt when you are drunk, but pvc hurts like hell even through a trench coat. I was wailing indiscriminately at them screaming praises to khorne when I finally pinned one down.
I pointed the jagged edge of pvc at his throat and screamed "DO YOU ACCEPT THE 8 FOLD PATH, OR DO I GIVE YOUR SKULL TO MY LORD FOR HIS THRONE!?!?!?!!" He started stammering out an excuse when I get grabbed from behind by 4 of my friends, and dragged into the bathroom, where I am locked in. I try to escape to rend more flesh for the blood god, but in the end I pass out in the tub.
Made it to my rifts game the next morning hangover free. The gods smiled on me.