There has just GOT to be one hellofa good story behind that!
Not really, just lots of me being stupid and breaking all kinds of safety rules. This happened few days after I bought the pistol, which was a few days after I turned 18 (this last January.) Dumbness #1: loaded it, with no real reason to do so, and left it that way. Dumbness #2: came back later and picked it up and, after making sure
not to check if it was loaded or not, attemped the silent-cocking method. You know, pull trigger, thumb hammer back, release trigger, ease hammer forward. Well, my thumb sliped off the hammer and the gun went BANG. You remember in Indiana Jones and the Quest for the Holy Grail when that bullet was ricocheting around inside of that tank? That is
exactly how a balistic flare acts when bouncing back and forth inside of a 15x15ft room. Now, at this exact moment my light burnt out. It wasn't hit by the flare, but I think it was just pretty old and the report from the gun finally killed the filament. Hmm, fooling with a gun, loud BANG and the lights suddenly going out, totally disorentation and confusion: I thought I just became a Darwin Award nominee. I think I finally realized that I wan't dead when the flare landed on the carpet right between my feet and lit up. SCARED THE LIVING EVERYTHING out of me to the point that I grew wings and flew. I flew, faster than the speed of light, halfway across the room and landed in a rather awkward possision on the other side of my bed. There was this distinct orange glow and lots of smoke and I thought to myself "Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Wait, the package said it only burns for 6 seconds right? *sniff sniff* Hey, these are made of the same stuff as road flares...Phew, it went out. Wait, something's still wrong...
...My carpet is on fire." Flew back over the bed, stomped the flame out, opened my window, and stuffed a blanket against the bottom of my door. The last thing I needed was for my Dad to smell the smoke. Oh, did I forget to mention this is my parents' house? My Mom was away on business and my Dad was sleeping (11:00pm this happened at.) Luckly my Dad is a very sound sleeper and the gun report didn't wake him up, but I knew he would smell the smoke if/when he got up to use the restroom. I took about an hour and a half for the smoke to clear/settle and I just lay there the whole time, suffocating in smoke, thinking about what I had done wrong and what the consequences
could have been. The flare almost went all the way into the wall. I don't think I need to explain what that would have done. After my Dad went to work in the morning I proceded to cut the 2x2ft piece of burnt carpet out of my floor and replace it with a piece from the closet. Anyway, I use Fabreez in there weekly and you can still kinda smell the flare. My parents still don't know this happened.
I am extreemly lucky that very little bad came of this. I will never ignore firearm safety rules again. As they say,
COMPLACENCY KILLS!!!
I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had experiencing it.
--Caspianjesuschristishouldbedeadorinjail Sea Monster