11/14/2023 (Tue) 03:50
Sadly I had to flex on the only normies I encountered on my mission: A mountain run and static construction job on the old comms station I'm planning to use as a forward observation post in the coming troubles.
It was two misbegotten femoids, A roastie with two pedigree substitute kids (German pinscher) and her gook sidekick (han chineese). They're taking selfies in yoga pants, probably buzzing from the takeaway coffees, same cups that the local truckstop use still on the dash in the "boyfriends ute". I can hear the dogs up the trail barking, poorly trained so I have some rocks in my pocket already and I catch up with them at the junction to the peak and the dogs are rolling on me while the sluts are taking more selfies and stowing their puffer jackets after the first easy climb. I cant pull the dogs up with dog handler commands in German (no surprise) so I skip a couple rocks across their path, which works and the roastie is angry yelling at me and is holding the frothing beasts as I pass them with some words: I warned your dogs, they heard me and That peak aint a place for those dogs your gonna break 'em. They're sniffing and pouting and I got 20kilos of gear, Gorka mountain suit and braces over a tacical undershirt all in ranger green with the field smock, stowed on my load bearing harness in UK DPM. Plus the assault pack with tools and heavy ass level IV hardshell, smock &c.. I literally cant carry enough survival gear for the conditions i'm expecting up there. Compare this to these seething gym bunnies and the lanky short hair gundogs. They got their shit in those bags with string for shoulder straps.
I could hear them yarping when I stop for a piss half way up but I scratched them off, probably when the trail came out of the forest and into the hard alpine, on the windward side. They didn't make it, making a liar out of the roastie LOOOL. Honestly those dogs would have probably gotten up there if they werent held back by those dumbass bipeds, but they would have been suffering, there was an icy gale for most of the day.
Got the parts installed. Went back to the camp in the arboretum and sat around in the afternoon sun doing nothing, barefoot. Didn't rain but some nordy possum peed and pood on my tarp, came back via the freexy barn and the old checkout moo recognized me, was all smiles because she knows I'm based and my pin number is 1488.