I’m uploading this page way earlier than has become normal because I won’t be here to nurse it along tonight. Potentially at any rate. I don’t want to spend all damn night on the road, but whatayagonnadoamirite?
I had a dream that honestly woke me up today. I don’t remember the whole of the thing, but it took place in some kind of alternate now. It was nighttime and I was helping dad do some bullshit dream task. It made so little sense I can’t even remember it now. Anyway the neighbors were all kind of out milling around in their yards. The old couple on one side had nearly a moated castle made of those standard red fence posts, and she was standing on a turret with a lantern. It was like a lighthouse almost. on the other side the lady with the nasty dog was smoking and being inattentive. Her dog started barking and tearing up the fence between our yards and in the time it took me to see what the hubub was the fucking thing had eaten one of our dogs. Not tear it up dead style, but just swallow it whole style. Which was horrifying. The dog it ate was a weird combo dog made up of Solomon and Dorothy, and it was just big enough to be a little to big to be comfortably eaten by the other dog. Andyway it was kind of choking and our dog was struggling inside it, and I’m the only one who saw this crazy shit go down. So my mind is in full crisis mode, cause I have seconds before our dog suffocates even if it’s still okay for the most part. I pretty much come out of the booth and start beating this dog to death with my bare hands, because it can’t fight back propperly since it’s having trouble breathing with my dog inside it. So I’m simultaneously savagly beating a dog to death while trying to pull another dog out of it by it’s tail, and no one knows what the fuck is up with me. For some reason my father had gone blank and not acting like he really would and the neighbor lady is spazzing out because I’m killing her fucking monster that she has trained to be an asshole. I woke up at the point where I had either beaten the dog to death, or done it enough harm that it’s unconsious, and I have started ripping it in half from the jaw. I can still feel my dog kicking. I’m screaming at my dad to help and he finally figures things the fuck out and starts to help. The lady is wailing on me and crying and I finally spin around and deck her so hard that I instantly know I’ve broken her jaw. My hands are drenched in the blood of this fictional dog, the world spins, and I snap awake in my bed, in the dark. I’m panting and dissoriented… Things start to fade. I have to get ready to go… Fuuuuuuck.
Anyway, I went with this particular series of events in the comic becasue I actually saw it happen once and it was totally awesome. Objectively shooting an Nerf dart out of the air with another nerf dart is not that spectacular of a feat. They are huge and slow, but doing it when you WANT to do it is another matter. I can’t think of a single movie where I’ve seen this happen, even with a bullet, but one must exist. I just don’t tend to watch those kinds of films. Feel free to clue me in, as I’m sure you will whether I encourage it or not. I’m sure, in Reggie’s mind some part of him belives he did this intentionally and he could replicate the result at any time. Another, more grounded, soul might react with as much awe as the casual observer. He does not. That sort of belief in oneself may be thought of as arrogance, or confidence. When one is labled one way or the other the feelings of the judge tend to make the final call.