Thread:Deathstalker666/@comment-1915529-20140221183807/@comment-1496755-20140303154704

I'm turning 29 this month. March 28, 1985 was the day I came to this world to spread darkness and despair :)

Man, I was so wild as kid... the list of things I have burned, blown up or simply crushed into tiny pieces is pretty long, I assure you. At the peak of my "wildness" I was the leader of the most fierce gang in the neighborhood. We had taken over an abandoned old house and made it our base of operations - the other gangs were VERY jealous.

(Don't get me wrong when I use the word "gangs" - we didn't do anything illegal, we were just guys who had fun together... and occasionally fought "wars" with other gangs. We usually won because we were oh-so-awesome.)

"The old battlegrounds" - this is how I call my grandma's neighborhood, where I spent most of my childhood summers. I will always remember it the way it was - with the abandoned houses, dark basements (perfect for "dungeon exploration"), creepy corners, decaying cars, overgrown gardens (perfect for hiding), and so on. And the glorious "gang wars"... sometimes they turned pretty rough and we threw rocks at each other. I remember returning home with a bleeding head more than once. There was hardly a day without a bruised knee, elbow or shoulder...

(nostalgic sigh)