[indent][b][u]October 28th, 4:02 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/u][/b][/indent]

They had been searching for over ten minutes for Darrel, each jeep moving independently to cover as much ground as possible. Despite this, however, they had been unsuccessful in locating their missing family member. It was only when the Masterson clan reconvened at the clearing that they saw him: strung up from the trees, unconscious.

Pa Buford could feel his blood boiling at the sight of one of [i]his[/i] clan being manhandled in such a way. Nobody had ever dared to spite them and walked away. "You damn Tree Fucker! String [i]my[/i] kin up like a fuckin' spade, will you?!"

The other members were equally incensed by the creature's action, Bubba Blue in particular cracking his knuckles. Standing nearly seven feet in height with arms that seemed disproportionately large and swollen at the bottom, his beady eyes had gone bloodshot with rage. "Lemme at it, pa! I'mma [i]whump[/i] it good!"

"You can whump it all you like, but first we needsta lure it out!" Buford responded, glancing to the rest of his family. "If'n it wants a war, then we's givin' one! Get the flamers!"

An assortment of toothless, yellow grins lit up the clearing as the Masterson clan quickly moved to their respective jeeps in order to retrieve a trio of flamethrowers, while Jeb and Cletus cut Darrel down. The dynamite they'd set wasn't working for some reason, but there'd be no way the Vine Stalker would be able to stop these weapons!

"Let's light this somebitch's house up!" Buford exclaimed, now wearing his flame retardant suit over his army fatigues alongside Floyd and "Doc" Willie. Wasting little time, they turned their flamers on the surrounding trees. When the Vine Stalker appeared, they'd turn them on [i]it[/i] instead...and if that didn't work, well...then Bubba would just have to [i]whump[/i] it!

Bubba was much more [i]special[/i] than most boys his age, after all. He'd been blessed by the [i]Lord![/i]