Got up with a guy advertising for a time travel experiment back in 2010. He wanted to send me into the future but being the tin foil hat type I felt that to be a bit risky. He sent me back to the late Jurassic period. He was a bit alarmed at my request to carry a gun back in time. He was concerned about damage to his equipment but I assured him I would be safe. He gave me a pile of shit about creating a time paradox and we had a heated argument when I told him my scope was adjustable parallax so no worries. He said I was too stupid to send back but had no other subjects for his experiment.
He would let me take only one rifle and I was quite limited on weight, something about mass becoming infinite at the speed of light or something like that. I told him if he wanted to insinuate I was fat just say so. After the fight, I loaded up in his machine with my 10/22 and a 350 bulk pack of Federal Auto Match.
I popped out of the vortex to an amazingly lush environment. On short order I located a couple smallish lizards, about the size of houscats. They were surprisingly tough. I slipped up on a small herd of stegosaurs and decided to try to find that walnut brain through a smallish one's ear. He went down like a sack of taters at the crack of the rifle. On the way back to the vortex portal thingy I surprised a T-Top. Try as I might I couldn't get a shot I liked on that formidable noggin'. I went for broke with a neck shot and pissed him off something awful. He was hot on my trail when I jumped back through the hole that brought me back to the present.
I talked the professor into starting up The Jurassic Guide Service. He refined his equipment and the payload has been increased but we still limit you to one gun under 7lbs and 3lbs of ammo. My most recent client was quite excited when I told him our success rate on T-Rex hunts was 50%. There was some misunderstanding however and he dropped out of the hunt at the last minute before boarding the machine. "So there is really a 50% chance I will kill a T-Rex? I can't wait!" "Ahh, no sir I think you misunderstood. There is a 50% chance you will survive if you see one."
He would let me take only one rifle and I was quite limited on weight, something about mass becoming infinite at the speed of light or something like that. I told him if he wanted to insinuate I was fat just say so. After the fight, I loaded up in his machine with my 10/22 and a 350 bulk pack of Federal Auto Match.
I popped out of the vortex to an amazingly lush environment. On short order I located a couple smallish lizards, about the size of houscats. They were surprisingly tough. I slipped up on a small herd of stegosaurs and decided to try to find that walnut brain through a smallish one's ear. He went down like a sack of taters at the crack of the rifle. On the way back to the vortex portal thingy I surprised a T-Top. Try as I might I couldn't get a shot I liked on that formidable noggin'. I went for broke with a neck shot and pissed him off something awful. He was hot on my trail when I jumped back through the hole that brought me back to the present.
I talked the professor into starting up The Jurassic Guide Service. He refined his equipment and the payload has been increased but we still limit you to one gun under 7lbs and 3lbs of ammo. My most recent client was quite excited when I told him our success rate on T-Rex hunts was 50%. There was some misunderstanding however and he dropped out of the hunt at the last minute before boarding the machine. "So there is really a 50% chance I will kill a T-Rex? I can't wait!" "Ahh, no sir I think you misunderstood. There is a 50% chance you will survive if you see one."
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