IncelD90 uses his famed internet scouting technique on Elk and Women. He knows what they look like and where they live. He knows how other guys and even some women get them.

He constantly visualizes the hunt. It begins with a look, sometimes just a swipe. Incel spots his prize, does some google searches and develops a plan of attack.

It takes some doing but Nick works up the nerve to end his self imposed quarantine with one goal in mind. His eye is on the prize.

Incel gets in range, staring intensely all the while. He makes a move, it’s a success. His prey hasn’t spooked.

He does a little calling. Waits. Calls some more. Waits. Calls again, desperately this time. Just when Incel thinks he’s being ignored again... Incel gets a call back! The beast sounds pissed but that’s ok. A call back means only one thing, his prey has let its guard down. “It’ll be mine in no time” he says to himself. “All mine. Forever.”

Incel has been patient, he’s been through a lot of KY and Todd success stories to get here. “Todd has killed animals for me to eat and Ryley has given me women to reject” Incel thinks to himself, shaking his head in shame.

Enough is enough, the time is now.

While IncelD90 waits for his prize to graze and bed down, he visualizes his arrow in that warm, moist meat. Incel begins to sweat, his heart beats harder, his weiner throbs. Incel creeps his way through the bush, trying to find the right spot. He’s so close he can smell it.

“Not again!” he says, panicked. The bush is too thick, his arrow too frail.

Suddenly the beast turns broadside, exposing its breast, offering Incel a better angle for Incel to slip his arrow in. He cocks back and let’s it fly. As Nick’s arrow is thrust towards it target, his vision becomes blurry and everything starts to spin.

Suddenly Nick wakes from his dream. He’s laying in the woods, dressed in camo. He’s hungover, sick. He realizes he is supposed to be hunting but here he is, napping instead.

Nick wipes the boogers from his eyes, the whisky vomit from his chin. As he regains his composure he sees standing right before him, with no bush in sight, a record bull Elk. Nick takes aim, prepares to shoot but just before he drops the hammer ....... BOOM!

The Elk is hit with a well placed shot. It takes a step and falls to the ground, an arterial spray covers Nick in Elk blood. “So that’s what it looks like” Nick thinks to himself. Soon Nick is wondering “who shot my elk?”

.......


There’s a noise from the bush behind Nick. Nick turns around, looking at the bush, he’s scared. Out steps Todd to secure his kill. Behind Todd emerge multiple beautiful women.

“THESE ARE MY WIVES YOU FILTHY ANIMAL” ..... “AND THIS IS MY ELK!” says Todd.