>Be me, 17 years old
>Me and some friends decide to go to a laser tag place for fun
>we go to Shadowland
>Walk inside, and people say that we can choose code names for the game
>I choose "Spyro the Hedgehog", because of reasons
>one guy chooses "Lord Dracula", another chooses "Ghost Rider", another chooses "Sharp Shooter", etc.
>One guy decides to choose "Owen Peterson"
>Don't know why, but he just does
>We go to the briefing room to get our laser guns
>Owen Peterson's looking at me the whole time kind of in a strange manner
>I think nothing of it, and go into the game
>Lord Dracula goes upstairs and starts shooting people from there.
>I stay on the ground and evade incoming shots
>I take a look behind me, and realize that Owen Peterson's following me
>I keep moving, and he's still following me
>He does this for a few more minutes, and I eventually lose it
>"Dammit Owen Peterson, why are you following me?!?"
>Dude starts crying
>"I'm sorry man. It's just that..."
>"Just that what?"
>All of a sudden, Owen Peterson's skin changes color to dark brown.
>His body is starting to morph.
>He changes shape into a wooden stick
>The sticks start multiplying and growing
>mfw Owen Peterson has now transformed into a 20 feet tall pile of sticks
>mfw OP is a faggot