Post by monkeypenguin on May 16, 2012 10:27:37 GMT -6
Stay tuned for future word because my Bigfoot-Hooked-on-Meth Rampage story has sold! 
In the meantime, if you want to know what it's all about, here's a quick summary:
Russell and Mickey figured they'd eliminate the competition before
it got off the ground. Can't have too many players in the meth game, and territory had to be defended. So they roll up on the cabin in the middle of the night, take the competition by surprise, and blow them the fuck away. If that isn't enough, they find a bag full of money and plastic boxes full of product ready for distribution. It's looking like a pretty damn good score.
Until the thing in the cellar goes batshit crazy. Russell and Mickey soon discover their competition had somehow trapped a Bigfoot in the cellar. Trapped it and got it hooked on meth. Now it's awake and fiending and no amount of meth will keep it locked up any longer. It wants out and it wants its taste.
Throw in a crazy Sheriff who likes the taste of drugs and hookers, an Iraq War Veteran sniper who wants some redemption, amateur porn film makers in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a widow who just wanted to say goodbye to her hubby, and you've got a recipe for bloody Bigfoot madness.
In the meantime, if you want to know what it's all about, here's a quick summary:
Russell and Mickey figured they'd eliminate the competition before
it got off the ground. Can't have too many players in the meth game, and territory had to be defended. So they roll up on the cabin in the middle of the night, take the competition by surprise, and blow them the fuck away. If that isn't enough, they find a bag full of money and plastic boxes full of product ready for distribution. It's looking like a pretty damn good score.
Until the thing in the cellar goes batshit crazy. Russell and Mickey soon discover their competition had somehow trapped a Bigfoot in the cellar. Trapped it and got it hooked on meth. Now it's awake and fiending and no amount of meth will keep it locked up any longer. It wants out and it wants its taste.
Throw in a crazy Sheriff who likes the taste of drugs and hookers, an Iraq War Veteran sniper who wants some redemption, amateur porn film makers in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a widow who just wanted to say goodbye to her hubby, and you've got a recipe for bloody Bigfoot madness.
