Freebirth Scum 2

>It took a few minutes before you could regain composure, though your eyes were open and pupils as large as your ex's ass.

>Before you lay rolling hills that stretched to the horizon which itself was sprinkled with snow covered mountains.

>This would have been nothing out of the ordinary as you were familiar with country sides before.

>Hell, you even wished to one day own a quiet piece of land like this one day.

>What made you quake to your core, what dried your mouth, that baffled your, as you would put it, brilliant mind was the fact that there was a beast the size of a troop carrier not half a kilometer from you.

>That is when the cogs in your mind started to turn.

"Tail? Check.  Wings?  Check.  Scales?  Check."

>At that moment the beast turned its bright red head towards the sky and let loose a spout of flames towards the heavens.

"Breathes fire?  Check.  It's a fucking dragon."

>Talking to yourself has been helping you through this situation, but only just.

>Then it dawned on you.  You know you should have felt fear, that you should have turned your craft around, but a different emotion seemed to arise from the depths of your mind.

>A childlike emotion.

"Fucking awesome!"

>A smile reserved only for brides on their wedding day should have crept across your face.

>You were god damn giddy.  You needed a closer look.  A magnificent creature like this should not be seen through optics.  No, it needed to be seen up close.

"Will he be aggressive?  Nah, he will probably be scared.  Odds are he never has seen a rig like this, it will be fine."  You said trying to convince yourself.

>With the decision made, you started to move your rig closer.  

>You went slowly at first, perhaps so you would not scare him, but your emotions took over and sped up.

>As you got close enough, it seemed like he started to notice you, mostly for the fact he turned his head right in your direction.

"Oh shit.  Shit shit shit."

>You stopped as quickly as your could, but it would do nothing.

>He saw you, you knew where you were, and he was getting up.

>The nation of fear started to make its assault on childlike wonder in your mind, and it was winning.

>Quicker than a jackrabbit on a burning stove top, you pulled back on the controls to start going backwards.

"I am so fucking retarded.  I should not be allowed to use glue without supervision.  What have I gotten myself into?" You jokingly say to yourself trying to lighten the mood, but it did not work.

>You could not fool yourself this time.

>The dragon was closing in fast.

>In just a few seconds, he would be upon you.

"Okay Anon, what kills dragons.  Think....think."

>The dragon is now about 100 meters from you and coming in fast.

"Shit, what was the one story where the king killed the dragon.  Uh..oh yeah.  He used a sword."

>You did not have a sword.  But you did have a pod of missiles.

"Here goes nothing..."

>You select the missiles from the firing group and ready your hand on the trigger.

>The dragon now 20 meters away.

>He starts to open his mouth.

"This is it."  You yelp like a rookie.

"I am Brutalitops.  I come in pea-" The dragon said.

>Well right before a barrage of missiles ripped him asunder.

>Blood and bone was now pouring down from the sky.

>Once again you find yourself speechless with mouth agape and eyes wide.

>You place your hands on your head.

"God......damnit."