We were sitting on the roof of our friend Max' place. We popped up some cable spools with a pitcher from Kevin's birthday keg and played with a dog named Copper. He looked like a miniature deer. Righteous. Unfortunately for us we came to our untimely demise when a military contra force quickly filtered through the bamboo forest of max' back yard.
There were gunshots, blood, explosions, and dismemberment. At one point some blood even made its way into the beer. We tried to spring into action to save everyone's lives, or what was left of them. We were murdered brutally at the ends of against geneva code notched and barbed hunting knives across our throats.