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e11even · 03-22-2014, 02:59 AM

"Hey Gramps, you into art? Like the graffiti type shit in the park?"
"Naw, kid. But what, you think an old fart can't hang with you, Bart?"
"Gramps, I was just wondering what you thought. This Banksy stuff's what I bought.
You like modern heiroglyphics with subliminals crossed?"
"Not my bag, kid. But this tag that lad did reminds me of my boss."
"Boss? You're retired! Alzheimer's or are you speaking of ARSS?"
"The AntiReich Strike Squad. The craziest blokes to succeed in the war!"
"Gramps, you're a bit off. You avoided Normandy's shore
for normalcy's tour behind a news desk! What'd you bother touting steam for?!"
"Bart, ARSS was an allied special weaponry force. Genetically sourced
to harbor bioweapons to halt the deadliest sort.
We are still top-secret, needed now more than ever before,
So don't tell nobody... these are things I'd never report!"

Gramps had my attention, though his exploits were farfetched.
From an astronaut to grill/bar chef, to former franchise owner of our Target...
I swear he was the worst kind of liar. An Irish drunk with post-war stress,
So I listened for entertainment, but of course yes, in one ear... out the other. More or less...

"There we was! Deep in the thick of it...
Before faces with gaping holes and bodies scorched like brisket tips!
We embedded with Op Glimmer's men- deception's hold was diminishing,
We set in motion a phase that hadn't existed then."
"... and in came the flying dragons and tooth fairies with wizard sticks..."
"Goddammit, Bart! You're not listening!"

I think this just suddenly got rivetting...

"We found the Fuhrerbunker's underground entrances!
The four of us: Bobby, Ignacio, and Winston ripped
and blazed through these dark products of torture experiments
outta Baranowicze. Real nightmares, these lads with pain resistances!
We trained for simpletons, but faced evil's infinitus!"
Feeble and pitiful, we fought irriadiate generals,
Undead sent to murder us... they ate Bobby and Winston's guts!

..."

"You ok Gramps?" His eyelids were filling up.
"They knackered us good... there was almost no will in us.
Until we got to Him, his mistress and little one..."
"Adolf had a daughter?"
"Ya, but illegitimate. What's worse, this degenerate
bafoon used his daughter to get rid of us!
My crown jewel, he said... Irene-Hess is magnificent!
She had mental powers... Ignacio's head exploded. Mist and gristle bits!"
"Shit!"
"Shite is right, lad. Listen this:
I had powers too. She attempted that trick again.
I reflected the blow, three heads popped like unlidded spritzer..."
"Sick! But why don't you still have powers?"
"Who said that I didn't, kid?"

Gotta love Gramps

03-22-2014, 02:59 AM	#2
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	Grampa's Tall Tales: No. 617 "Hey Gramps, you into art? Like the graffiti type shit in the park?" "Naw, kid. But what, you think an old fart can't hang with you, Bart?" "Gramps, I was just wondering what you thought. This Banksy stuff's what I bought. You like modern heiroglyphics with subliminals crossed?" "Not my bag, kid. But this tag that lad did reminds me of my boss." "Boss? You're retired! Alzheimer's or are you speaking of ARSS?" "The AntiReich Strike Squad. The craziest blokes to succeed in the war!" "Gramps, you're a bit off. You avoided Normandy's shore for normalcy's tour behind a news desk! What'd you bother touting steam for?!" "Bart, ARSS was an allied special weaponry force. Genetically sourced to harbor bioweapons to halt the deadliest sort. We are still top-secret, needed now more than ever before, So don't tell nobody... these are things I'd never report!" Gramps had my attention, though his exploits were farfetched. From an astronaut to grill/bar chef, to former franchise owner of our Target... I swear he was the worst kind of liar. An Irish drunk with post-war stress, So I listened for entertainment, but of course yes, in one ear... out the other. More or less... "There we was! Deep in the thick of it... Before faces with gaping holes and bodies scorched like brisket tips! We embedded with Op Glimmer's men- deception's hold was diminishing, We set in motion a phase that hadn't existed then." "... and in came the flying dragons and tooth fairies with wizard sticks..." "Goddammit, Bart! You're not listening!" I think this just suddenly got rivetting... "We found the Fuhrerbunker's underground entrances! The four of us: Bobby, Ignacio, and Winston ripped and blazed through these dark products of torture experiments outta Baranowicze. Real nightmares, these lads with pain resistances! We trained for simpletons, but faced evil's infinitus!" Feeble and pitiful, we fought irriadiate generals, Undead sent to murder us... they ate Bobby and Winston's guts! ..." "You ok Gramps?" His eyelids were filling up. "They knackered us good... there was almost no will in us. Until we got to Him, his mistress and little one..." "Adolf had a daughter?" "Ya, but illegitimate. What's worse, this degenerate bafoon used his daughter to get rid of us! My crown jewel, he said... Irene-Hess is magnificent! She had mental powers... Ignacio's head exploded. Mist and gristle bits!" "Shit!" "Shite is right, lad. Listen this: I had powers too. She attempted that trick again. I reflected the blow, three heads popped like unlidded spritzer..." "Sick! But why don't you still have powers?" "Who said that I didn't, kid?" Gotta love Gramps __________________ Ahem.