Dead Body Everywhere
When I was a wee lad, Dad, Mum, Sis and myself were driving through the center of the North Island in New Zealand. New Zealand has many a farm animal that produces milk, and this milk is shipped in huge shiny tanker trucks. We were driving right in front of a huge two trailer long truck of milk and we were coming downhill, round a bend, at speed. Up ahead we see a young guy coming towards us on the opposite side of the road, on a quad farm bike.

Somehow, and I’ll never forget the noise, this truck breaks and skips, it’s gigantic two tanker trailers of milk slip across the road and into the other lane…

It was a screeching break sound mixed with a SCHWUNK kinda noise.

Cue parents screaming at us not to look back as they rush out of car. I did. Poor sod on the farm bike had been minced as his bike had driven right into the oncoming milk tankers and their spinning wheels and brakes and girders; quite literally, he was chopped into tiny pieces all over the road, bits of arms and legs everywhere, blood, gore, the whole bit. Instantaneous fragmentation, well, at least it was quick. I turned back in the seat and stopped my younger sister from looking out the back, mum and dad had blood on their shoes when they got back in the car.

Also, it’s pretty horrific when my pet scorpions eat their crickets, they tear them apart with their claws as they’re still twitching, before then venom sets in. I look on it as the crickets transforming into a cooler animal, and hope that karma doesn’t exist.
(feature_wall, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 16:49, Reply)