Date: 8/21/2017
By noidor
Grandpa Ivan used to disarm explosives all around our town in Russia, but he soon died and the security of the town died with him. After he died, a few explosives started showing up on the map, but they were fairly easy to disarm, so I did it. This one time we are waiting for the bus on the bus stop, when suddenly bullets loudly impact next to our feet. A pharmacy assistant dressed in a mint dress is shooting us from her revolver. So we step away. Next time she does it I somehow grab a baseball bat and start hitting her on the ground. There is a lot of blood, maybe even some some dismembered limbs. A policeman shows up and asks what's going on. I tell him she was shooting at me. He nods, with an understanding smile on his face. "She deserved it then", he says.