I put it down

This past Saturday I had the pleasure of attending a little shoot out in the desert with some buddies. It was a ton of fun just like the last time. 'nough said. Now the last time, I had brought along my ipod to blast into oblivion. It escaped the chopping block. Not this time though boys and girls. The Result:
Some back story is in order. I have had some bad luck with Ipods in the past. The first 3 ipods (yes, 3) all crapped out on me in some way,shape, or form. This one was numero uno. This one separated itself from the rest though. After like 2 years (or something like that) I was able to fix it!. The Ipod that was dead came back to life. From that moment on, it became the "Zombipod." It wasn't totally reliable because I had to continually resurrect it. I felt like Frankenstein every time. I think I even yelled "IT'S ALIVE!" at one point. So it ran for awhile like this until it had it's last run in the CSUF parking structure right out by the TSU. Of course I was pissed that it had to crap out at the beginning of the school day, but I couldn't honestly expect it to run forever.

I held on to my Ipod 'til I could find a fitting end for it. I thought an end like this was perfect. It's the Zombipod after all, and everyone knows that a good zombie is a "dead" zombie. It was also an opportunity to send my Ipod out in blaze of glory. That's deserved respect my friends, tantamount to a viking funeral I guess. I'm not going to tell you I didn't enjoy shooting the thing though. It took two hits that really did damage. The first shot flew in from underneath and totally split it in half. I had set it up at an angle at first so after it split in half I totally couldn't shoot the parts. After we were allowed out on the field again, I set it up better. The second shot flew right through the wheel, battery, hard drive, and finally smashed through the case and out. I wasted the rest of my magazine on the bits on the ground which left the front with cracks and burnt grooves. After that, Tom and I blasted the rest with our shotguns. We weren't using a heavy enough caliber to do any real damage since it was too tough for that so we basically scattered it across the field.That's the finishing blow next a .223 round: the culprit. It was pretty awesome and was just one part of an awesome day.
Just for those of you who were scarred by that awfully terrible low budget British zombie flick, it's gone now. Tom personally disintegrated it for you all. It will only haunt you in your dreams and memories. Enjoy.