What...the hell...is a Halo gun?Optimus Prime said:Once I was incredibly out of my mind (that half awake, half asleep state) and I truly believed I was going to be killed by a monkey who had a Halo gun (don't ask me why). However it was the scariest experience of my life.
I actually have two. One would be when I visiting my sister in LA when I was seventeen. She lived in a relatively nice apartment complex. she went out for a bit to grab some sushi for us. After she left, I heard a banging outside, and I looked through the peekhole and saw a pretty looking girl (maybe nineteen) getting her head repeatedly banged against the wall by a punk in leather (again probably eighteen-nineteen). She was crying, and so I made an impulsive decision to be a hero. I grabbed my sisters tennis racket (both of us have played tennis since we were nine), and opened up the door. The confrontation went like this:
Me: "Look, man, I don't know what your problem is, but quit doing that."
Him: "Mind your own business, *****. She owes me money"
Me: "Well, I don't think you'll find it by opening a hole in the wall with her face"
Him: "I SAID FUCK OFF"
Me: "Well, really you didn't, you just said..."
Him: *pulls out a gun* "You better get the fuck back inside, and not move until I'm gone. Or do you want to die today?"
Me: "Jesus Christ, man. I'm going" *turns back to him with my hands up
Him: *pistol whips me in the back of head*
A few hours later, I find that my sister found me collapsed right inside her door. Apparently he dragged me unconscious in there and shut the door. He stole the tennis racket though. Or maybe she picked it up and beat the living fuck out of him. I didn't see any report of a girl being abused or killed in the paper the next day, so hopefully nothing happened.
My other one, I just flipped a riding lawn mower and nearly got my neck sliced open. My ipod earbuds had gotten sliced...and they were hanging like maybe two inches away from my neck...so that was scary as hell.