This is great! You are drunk and your dad is beside you as you walk into a warehouse to select from among the collection here. There're all sorts of rifles and shotguns. A crossbow, several types of bow and arrows. Even swords and other hand weapons hanging on hooks. You decide on a compound bow with a set of barbed razor-blade arrow heads. Evil-looking arrow heads meant to drill into flesh and shred it.
Now comes a bigger suprise! Gerald Ellon himself walks into the warehouse while you are practicing with the bow. Shooting arrows into a foam rubber Mollkin on display there. Now you, dad, Ellon, and a few others are walking together through the trees. Three Mollkins have been released here. The group will search them out and kill them one by one.
After a near half hour the first Mollkin is spotted. He was hiding up a leafy tree. Ellon claims the first kill is his and he raises his shotgun, firing twice. The mutant shrieks in pain and scampers to the other side of the tree.
"Damn! The son of a bitch!" screams Ellon.
Everyone spreads out around the tree and soon several shots are fired. Your dad has brought him down. The foot-headed oily-skinned mutant tumbles to the ground with the right side of his face blown apart.
Silver flasks come out and drinks are passed around. Ellon is so drunk he can hardly stand and he seems kinda put off that he did not get his kill. The other two mollkins are really hiding well. The mutant bastards. Ellon is getting angry and cussing up a storm. Over an hour without catching a foothead.
You spread out more and continue to search the walled in ranch. There's a mollkin! A sudden rushing sound as the mutant jumps up from hiding and starts to run. Ellon spins and fires. But you are in direct line with foothead. The shotgun blast rips your ribcage apart spreading heart and lungs to splatter against the trees. You are so dead before you know it.
The End.
