Green Harold And My Basement

It's a day for dreaming here on the Base I guess. I had prior posted this story on the former additional hidden blog here on the site. None of you ever saw it. So I thought I'd retell it here. What's that? Never mind, I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe click around at random sometime, things may happen. You saw nothing.

Anyway, while I've mentioned moving here before... it's been something I've been trying to do for a few years now and just man... Well, last summer I dreamt I had finally bought a house. It was an older house, but a very big house. Moving is an ordeal and my wife and I were calling it a night after a long day. She and my mother rode back to our old place in our car while I locked up and drove the U-Haul back. In a moment of pride, I took a tour of the house. Looking downstairs in the basement and just man, it was a big basement. Multiple rooms, halls, and as I turned the corner... there was Harold the Yeti. From The Matterhorn Bobsleds. Pre-update.

Harold roared and chased me. I should mention Harold was green while he's normally white. And had horns. Basically it was a bootlegged Harold, probably from Six Flags or something. Still though, Green Harold was in my basement, and he was chasing me. We ran up and down the halls. Holy crap, how big is my basement? After a few minutes, I decided to fight back. So I turned around and shot him with my Specium Ray. It took a few hits, but Green Harold fell down defeated and probably dead. Here's a reenactment.