User blog comment:MC Escher/Bears....are god less killing machines./@comment-3165670-20100806092535

As I'm waiting for my new horse to find me, I hear those haunting footsteps. I look around me. Nothing. They're toying with me now. I can hear him roaring loudly behind me but no matter where I look there is nothing but trees and snow and shadows. The bear is taunting me. My horse arrives, and I hoof it towards Manzanita. I'm almost there when I see a bear running alongside the road, being chased and shot at by a sheriff. Hesitant to help him out, I watch. The sheriff is closing in on the bear, firing away with his pistol when suddenly he is flanked by another bear, which proceeds to maul both the sheriff and his horse. The bears. Just set. A motherfucking. Trap. These are no bears. They're velociraptors. The two bears slowly turn around and eye me. I turn around to a third bear lunging at me. I'm startled enough for my finger to twitch rapidly and unload my rifle into his skull. My horse is not so lucky. I recover from my fall just in time to kill off the other two bears. I don't even want to wait for another horse. I sprint down the road, only to run right into one, final bear. I did not make it to Manzanita.

Fuck bears.