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DemonKia -> RE: Defended my home (12/10/2009 11:17:26 AM)
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LOL & most excellent thread-generating OP, from one fictionalist to another.
Literary criticism aside (all that commentary & bolding & etc I've done to your quoted OP text below), I must give you enormous kudos for doing such an amazing job of wool-pulling, Orion. I'm absolutely convinced that your story is a hoax, as you admitted (ironically I'm sure was the intent) somewhere around the dozenth page of this quite successful thread. (& good on that bit of tongue-in-cheek admission, that kinda thing can be so helpful to getting those nightly zzzzzz's after pranks like these . . . . )
You appear to have snookered a lot of (eager to believe) people who apparently cannot imagine someone constructing something full of fantasist stuff & yankin' people's chains to the nth degree for the attention & the pleasure of foolin' people. This is impressive stuff. Well done. Please take my 'editing thoughts' as assistance towards bigger & better fabulations. I look forward to your future endeavors.
Towards that better future, you might not make it such a picture perfect, clean kinda exemplar of what you're arguing. (In this case, 2nd Amendment issues, but I'm sure you've got other arguments you're willing to add your spin to . . . . ) That was part of what set off my cop-hinky sense, how perfect the details were from a pro-gun ownership perspective. If your story were real it would end up being a textbook poster-child for individual gun ownership rights. Too bad you couldn't actually give that to your compadres. O.o.O -- unless you're a double agent. Hmmmmm . . . . Maybe the point of this is to make fun of the credulity of those who believed . .. . (Of course, my cop-hinky sense has been far more developed from my informal studies in forensics than by the compressed narative, bizarre science, & other misrepresentations that most people get of these topics via teevee & movies & detective fiction . . . .. )
I do have to particularly give you big props for getting people indignant at anyone wanting verification of what some guy on the internet said. It's like we suddenly weren't on the internet, or it was an internet where a bunch of strangers weren't for a few moments. Magical. All kinds of threads, all kinds of places, there would've been demands all over the place for some kind of outside source for your story but clearly CollarChat does have some kind of 'community' cuz the various sides of the argument were quite fervent in their climbing on board their respective parts of the ensuing psychodrama. I'm just so damned inspired by this, high theater indeed . . ..
After all, how much traction would just another gun thread have had, without your dramatic story to attach everyones' passions?
Well, anyways, I'm definitely adding the 'you' you've displayed here on CM (& particularly in this thread, tho' your profile has a whole new lustre from the reflected glory of this thread) to my 'fictional character' supply closet. What a fascinating persona . . ..... (& for all inclined to panty twisting about my scathing, disbelieving reply to what some guy on the internet said, here, have a chuckle on me . . . . . ) & as for you, Orion, we ever gonna see a pic of you & the lovely slave girl that's not photoshopped?
Oh, shit, now I'll get accused of disrupting all the kumbaya hand-holding that's been going on with my lack of trust over what some guy on the internet said. Damn.
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ORIGINAL: OrionTheWolf
I am going to put this here as it will wind up political. Please excuse my writing this morning, as I have been up since 3:45 am. [posted: 12/6/2009 6:18:07 AM]
I live in a 3 br 2 ba single story with a full basement. It slopes towards the back so that the garage opens into the basement area. The basement is partially finished, about half of it. Down there is the Master Suite (25' x 13') that I have built for myself. At about 3:45 this morning I woke up to the sound of the garage door opening slowly. I grabbed my .40 cal from the night stand, unlocked the trigger lock, put a clip in, pulled the slide back slowly to put one in the chamber, flipped the safety off, and then went to the door of my bedroom. I listened at the door for a moment, and waited a few seconds until I heard something in the room next to mine, that we use for storage at the moment. I slowly opened the door, leaving the light out to my room, and checked my corners before exiting. Gun raised, I slowly moved down the short hallway, stopped at the doorway to an unfinished room, and checked there, and nothing. I was just moving through the entry way into the basement foyer, when I heard something in the storage room again. I checked the stairs I had to pass, and checked the back door, keeping my back to the wall that the door to the storage room door is perpendicular to. I stepped up to the door, weapon raised, and standing in the room was someone dressed in a bulky dark colored coat (later learned it was navy blue), ski mask, and gloves. They were bent over and looking through some of our storage boxes, and had pulled out a small fireproof safe that was at the bottom. I quick glanced the room, which there are no hiding places from the doorway, and I saw no one else. I aimed my pistol center mass and said "Don't move I have a gun pointed at you." and the person stopped, and slowly stood straight up. Now they were turned mostly away from me, and I could not see their hands. I then told them "slowly raise your hands in the air so I can see them". [Wow. How Clancy-esque. Or perhaps its Grisham-esque . . . & I'm quite impressed with both you & the intruders' ability to see in the dark.]
At this point my girl had come to the entry way to the basement foyer and asked what was going on. Keeping my eyes on the person I told her to call 911 and tell them I had an intruder at gunpoint. The person still did not raise their hands, and I could not see them. I told them again "Slowly raise your hands in the air so I can see them, and make no sudden moves." There was no waivering in my voice, as I have been in similar situations, but the person did not raise their hands still. I finally said "Look motherfucker if you do not raise your hands I am going to assume you have a weapon and shoot you." The person turned quickly and as they did their right hand was coming up from their waist area, so I fired three times. [Again, your dark vision is exquisite, clearly. & your recall of details is phenomenal, especially a mere 3 hours after all this trauma happened. Doesn't sound too terribly embellished at all.]
They dropped fast, the sound in the enclosed room was load and my ears were ringing. My girl is screaming in the next room, and I moved up slowly to check the person. Blood is pooling up quickly on the concrete floor, and they are laying partly on their side, partly on their back, with their right leg bent under them at the knee. I could not tell if they were breathing, and decided it best not to bend down to check for a pulse. I stepped back and waited. I told my girl to call 911 back and tell them we needed an ambulance and shots had been fired.
It seemed like a very long time, but was only a few minutes I guess, but the cops finally arrived. Of course when they entered they yelled at me to drop my weapon which I did. They secured me, my weapon and checked the perp, who did have a pulse but they said faint. Three shots, two in the chest and one in the abdomen. They searched the guy, and found a .25 cal pistol in his right coat pocket, a straight bladed knife, and burglary tools.
[The following part is nothing short of amazing, time-wise. Shoot an intruder, deal with the cops, sit & gather your thoughts for an hour, & the burglar with three large-caliber wounds (from a relatively short distance -- what was it? 20 feet? 30?) to the torso has gotten out of surgery, all in a little over 3 hours. You Georgians must have the most efficient cops & medical people on the planet. I'll bet that heinous perpetrator even got a CAT scan & etc way fast...] I have been at the Sheriff's station making a report, and the perp is out of surgery but in critical condition. The Sheriff's Dept says no charges will be filed against me, and several against him. A 19 year old white male, that has a record going back years they said. I have been sitting here for an hour, trying to wind down, but if anyone reading this has ever been in a situation like this, you know it takes a while. As I was thinking, I am thankful that I am allowed to own a weapon, that I know how to use a weapon, and that I am a light sleeper. [Oh, & I can totally see & hear how upset you are in this prose. It's just so disorganized & poorly spelled as I would expect from somebody who'd gone thru the traumatic experience you describe. Even stoic guys would be shaken, as you display so well here....]
So to all the gun ban proponents out there, fuck you. I am going to eat, try and relax, and get some sleep. Argue as most of you are likely to do, but I feel better knowing my family was kept safe. I am sure there will be second guessing on things to do, I have been sitting here myself and doing that, but regardless the outcome is better than what it could have been,
Ah, & two last notes: (a) I'm not checkin' back on this thread. I mostly posted this to be on the record some time down the line, if'n it does turn out I picked the correct answer . .. .
&, (b), zero interest in participating in the rather pointless guns-righteous-or-evil argument that was quite competently incited by the OP. But I do have a rhetorical question for y'all -- did a single person change which side they're on about the issue via this thread's discussion? Just curious . .. . . .
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