It was a cold night in mid october I believe when Birdman first showed up out of the woods whilst me and my two closest friends were busy getting high.
This... "Birdman" was a two legged humanoid bird... He was skinny... Appeared hurt and was bleeding.
Little did we know at the time, he had recently fought off The FBI and CIA, who wanted to kill him.
Even the KGB time traveled forward in time to try to obtain him and use him to defeat capitalism.
Anyway Birdman needed assistance, we we offered him the noutriants of the leaves of the surrounding area.
There were more fallen dead leaves than we could imagine to do with, we we gave him lots as we smoked dutches and even gave him a few ciggarettes.
Soon birdman was fine and thanked us with his undying loyalty for the noutriants of the dead leaves.
Helicopters soon circled us as swat vans pulled up on the field before us.
Birdman swooped into trees, seemingly fleeing into the night away from the many police cars and swat vans and helicopters.
The police aimed rifles and flashlights on us just as I was taking a pull from the dutch.
"Damn." I said.
"You are all under arrest for smoking that weeds and for helping BIRDMAN!" The police officer looked to the sky as birdman swooped back and clawed him to pieces.
"ALLAHU ALBAR." We heard from the forrest as hundreds of Isis fighters approach and begin firing on the police with AK47's and US made M4A1's (dont get me statted on how they got them badbois)
Okay okay back to birdman and Isis. They fucking tore the police to shreds, helicopters went down and soon the police were fleeing as Isis pusued them.
10 helicopters went down that day, I watched birdman take down three alone.
But soon US tanks were rolling up, military helicopters and harriers surrounded us and lit up our position.
Hundreds of thousands of men aimed at us.
We stood silent in the field... In the silence... Not even Isis dared break the silence (They are some bitch ass niggas dont even ask me why Birdman was allied to them okay it just happened)
But yeah that was where birdmans story began...
Many years ago...
100% true for sure.
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RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
