Down by some farm in winter, Kirk Melon a 40 year old town nut, was setting a barn ablaze. ((@4b))

He was a bit bulky in muscle volume, stood at 5'4, weighing 195lbs.
He was wearing a grey ten gallon hat, a winter coat and leather gloves.
A seemingly simple man that was simply up to no good.

A road from the farm to the highway was about a football field in length.

Seemingly from nowhere a hulk of a man rises from the nearby pond, his arms are reaching outwards to his sides in a "T" pose as he slowly floats out of the water, but strangely not a single drop of water seems to have touched his glorious muscles.

He was enjoying the warmth that combatted the winter's air. He basked in the light.
No animals were in this barn and Kirk rather'ed that. He preferred not smelling boiling blood.
He got his fill not long ago and he was sick of it, but thinking about scooping up a "strawberry"
snow cone sounded tempting. He passed on it, but decided to make a mental note to do it later.
Kirk walked from the barn, picking up the jerrycan as went on the the road heading north.
He saw something that didn't look quite right when he decided to look from the ground.
A man.

Bulk Muscles walked across the pond onto land and looked around his eyes filled with determination...or a thirst for Dr. Pepper?

"HURGUGRGUG" the muscular moron bellowed, signifying his appreciation for the rural landscape as it looked simple yet contemporary.

Kirk focused his eyes and his eyes didn't deceive him. A man was moving across a pond. Kirk was taken
back. "I don't think I've lost it just yet..." Kirk muttered.
Kirk knew he was in the open where he could be seen, if the man looked his way.
If Kirk decided to hide anywhere the barning barn would clue him something was afoot.

Kirk gave in and decided to run to the wooden fence that had been about 20ft from him,
horizontal from the man, concealing him.((3b)). The fence still had it's cracks to
be seen through, but the angle of the fences from him to the pond filled the line of sight
with more fencing.

If the man did approach, he could notice Kirk moving
or notice his leather coat's texture or maybe any other color difference on him compared to the
fences wood and snow colors.
Hopefully the man didn't see him running to the fence first.

Admiring the stillness of the countryside with a stupid grin on his face he took a fistful of dirt and shoved it in his mouth and chewed the delectable dirt clod "MGMGMMMMMM" the ripped retard said as he ambled over to the largest barn.

kirk, snow*** from his shoes flew into the air just to catch back up to him as he dash, Kneeled against the fence
head rested. "There wasn't supposed to be anyone left here" Kirk thought. He layed the jerrycan beside him
covering it in snow to help hide what he could. Kirk unzipped his coat and then reach into its side pocket,
holding the revolver. Kirk was trying to recall what he saw at a distance before "The pond must've been frozen over."


((Nah Kirk Nah))

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Bulk approached the barn and frowned "HHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG" he ran straight at the barn.

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Bulk's fist rams straight through the barn wall collapsing the front half of the barn, he nods admiring his handiwork.

Feeling dread Kirk listened a terrible "HHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG".

Had he been found, he froze at the thought. He focused his hearing to the steps or were they stomps in the snow heading his direction.
When would the screaming end?! WHAT WAS HAPPENING?! Kirk lifted his pocket pointing the gun that was within to the empty space to his side that
he believed the man would pass after the fence. He didn't know the man was running over to the building, but he did assume he could
catch this man off guard if he stopped to ask questions. ((Menacing))

The idiot grinned and sat in the ruins of the barn, hefting a board of wood he took a bite out of the plank and chewed on it "MMMMMMMMMMM" he said splinters lining his mouth and his teeth.

"Naked" popped into kirks head as his brain registered a man in winter flailing about. The man passed and Kirk watched as the man from the corner view of the fence ran to the burning barn.
Kirk watched as he swiveled himself to face Bulk.
kirk crouched down still. Just watch the spectacle of a man. Eating a board of wood like a chocolate bar.
"Is... He a mutant?" Kirky thought.

"MM..." the burbling brute grunted thoughtfully as he took another bite out of the wooden board "GRRBLBRHGLEERRR" the blathering buffoon said acknowledging the grain and texture of the wood, appreciating it's rough yet salty taste and finding it quite palatable.

"This guy is ruining this" Kirk muttered aiming his gun at bulk's head. Despite the cold Kirk's wrist stayed moderately still, locked on.
Kirk almost felt bad the the buffoon before him, but perhaps he'd be doing him a favor putting the giant of a man out of his "misery".
Kirk could only imagine what life for this guy was. Was a body builder who escaped a hospital after a self induced coma at the gym, now with brain damage? Perhaps he was raised by wolves. Kirk started getting lost in thought, but snapped out of it after a minute.

If Bulk was still standing there; kirk would go for the shot. Bang, the bullet hits Bulk in the head with smoke from the rising with the hot steam coming from under Bulks body. kirk would walk up to inspect the man and give him a kick before continuing on his way.

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Bulk heard a loud sound and sharp pain in his head. He felt tired so he decided to close his eyes but he didn't stir even when he felt the kick. Instead the lumbering lunkhead in a moment of clarity opened his eyes...The look of stupidity on his face washed over by a haunted expression...

"Kirbo not the orphans anything but th-" with a twitch of his muscles he slowly reverses his expression to that of a vegetables but in his last moments of clarity he tells the man who shot Bulk to run...

A cry so loud the earth rumbled resounded through the snowy farmland as Bulk grabs the man by his arm and twists the mans gun hand with a sickening snap as Kirks arm breaks and shatters in Bulks grip.

Kirk who was about to continue on his way had his attention taken.
He's not dead Kirk thought confused looking down at the man, who
started talking about a "kirb" and orphans.

Just as kirk changed the
chamber in his revolver the man let out the warning "run" where he found
Bulk suddenly reaching out for him. Kirk pulled back, firing his gun,
but bulk had made contact with his gun angling his shot into the snow
besides Bulk's leg. Kirk back stepped away.

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Bulk jumps forward grabbing Kirks arm.
He grabs the gun and bends the chamber.
Then punches you in the jaw with inhuman strength.