Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180516212853/@comment-34904368-20180517130735

“OH HELL NO MATTHEW YOU SON OF A BITCH,” I hollered, just as a Hellhound jumped and tackled the guy next to me who was reaching for the cake knkfe to protect himself.

My brother just smirked, and he and his new wife dissappeared behind a curtain. Probably for fun.

I, in the meantime, was knocked down by a Crow Tengu. Big mistake on her part, because I grabbed her by the wing and shoved her into some other man, and jumped over some rolling bodies, before running.

Kicking down the doors at the end of the hallway, I dashed out of the wedding house and into my car. Somehow getting the key and fumbling around, the car wouldn’t start. I looked down.

Somebody cut my fucking fuel line!

There was a hair-raising cahaphony, as around 10 simgle men burst from the wedding house, followed by roughly 15 monstergirls. Jesus christ.

A man jumped into my car and shouted “DRIVE FUCKING DRIVE!”

I strapped him into the seatbelt and jumped out, dashing down the street. I decided I would need a few distractions. First, I grabbed some other man and tripped him up, sending him sprawling into the asphalt. He was attacked instantly. Then, as I finally came to my house, I locked all doors, windows, and blocked the fireplace.

I then locked the basement from the inside and curled in a fetal position with all my WH40k figures.