Username Password Topic Flying Green Squirrell here, ladies and gentilemen. Just a few minutes ago, I was walking down the street twords the cantina on 5th and waters when I heard shrill screams not too far away. I´m heading twords the screams, when I see two skragged rodians laying down outside a building. *picture of the two dead Rodians displayed*. After heading inside, I´m greeted with more death and destruction. *pictures continue, all in b&w* Upstairs, well-It´s not a pretty sight. *picture of the fat rodian with barely any of his head left is shown, along with pictures of the half loaded death sticks and other dead rodians* Looks to me like this was a successful small time drug operation. Could have made it big if someone hadn´t suddenly ended these poor bastards lives. The Pigs Showed up, so I had to make a hasty exit out the back-plus some other crazy fool was coming up the stairs. Whoever did this was good, all headshots. From the very few exit wounds there were, it looks like this guy is using hollowpoints, probably .45 calibur-but I´m not a gun expert. I don´t touch the deathsticks, myself, but man-you didn´t need to kill these poor souls. Death is all around us, we need to be cultivating love and peace! Not death and destruction. When you kill your fellow man (so to speak), you´re killing a part of you. It doesn´t matter who they are, or what they do, there is a bond between us all. Stop the killing, there are too many crying mothers and babies in Mos Eisley as it is. This is Flying Green Squirrell Signing off, man. Thread for Drughouse Slaughter Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  Drughouse Slaughter Flying Green Squirrell 4:19am, July 23, 2002 [Edit] [Delete] Flying Green Squirrell here, ladies and gentilemen. Just a few minutes ago, I was walking down the street twords the cantina on 5th and waters when I heard shrill screams not too far away. I´m heading twords the screams, when I see two skragged rodians laying down outside a building. *picture of the two dead Rodians displayed*. After heading inside, I´m greeted with more death and destruction. *pictures continue, all in b&w* Upstairs, well-It´s not a pretty sight. *picture of the fat rodian with barely any of his head left is shown, along with pictures of the half loaded death sticks and other dead rodians* Looks to me like this was a successful small time drug operation. Could have made it big if someone hadn´t suddenly ended these poor bastards lives. The Pigs Showed up, so I had to make a hasty exit out the back-plus some other crazy fool was coming up the stairs. Whoever did this was good, all headshots. From the very few exit wounds there were, it looks like this guy is using hollowpoints, probably .45 calibur-but I´m not a gun expert. I don´t touch the deathsticks, myself, but man-you didn´t need to kill these poor souls. Death is all around us, we need to be cultivating love and peace! Not death and destruction. When you kill your fellow man (so to speak), you´re killing a part of you. It doesn´t matter who they are, or what they do, there is a bond between us all. Stop the killing, there are too many crying mothers and babies in Mos Eisley as it is. This is Flying Green Squirrell Signing off, man. Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete