The SYM Gets Pwned For Christmas!

It was a bright and starry night!

The SYM had a bad feeling about this shift when he went to work. In general, people had been getting weirder and doing increasingly weirder things for the past several days, which is saying a lot for their behavior. He thought that perhaps it was just him, as he and his colleagues had been working twelve hour shifts for the past four days, so the married members of their unit could have the week off with their families, with the reward being, the unmarried members would have a week off to party surrounding New Years. Just three more shifts to go.

So it was on this Eve, that the SYM and his colleagues dragged themselves to the office for the ride to the armory to be equipped with all manner of gear for their shift. They were quieter than usual, on the ride there and back…it was grind it out time. A twelve hour shift was for scheduling purposes, as the reality was generally several hours more, wrapping up the paperwork and notifications for the incidents that occurred in the shift.

Shortly after the shift began, the NCO that was their Flight Chief had to leave to take care of a pressing personal matter and he left the SYM and his roomie as the co-Flight Chief’s in his absence. Not long after that, things got weird at warp speed.

It was about 21:30hrs. and the radio went wild, with incidents being called out one after the other by the dispatcher. The two co-FC’s were already involved in a call trying to calm a domestic disturbance, with two people that needed/wanted attention very badly. They could hear the calls going out on the radio and were urgently trying to get these two people, who should have never gotten married in the first place, to cooperate so they could proceed to more serious matters. They would seem calm until they started for the door, then the shouting and screaming would begin anew.

One call they were particularly interested in responding to was nearby, an armed robbery, and one of their units was searching for the suspect with the Philippine Constable or PC. The Sgt. on that patrol kept reporting in that a serviceman in civilians clothes kept harassing and interfering with them when they drove by the bar where he was hanging out with friends.

Finally, the two co-FC’s were able to extricate themselves from the odd couple and proceeded to the location of the robbery, but along the way, were advised the individual that had been interfering with the unit had been apprehended and they were bringing him to the office for processing. They asked for his location and took a short cut through a neighborhood to try and intercept them and did, and they pulled onto MacArthur Highway behind them and began following them to the office, all the while, communicating with the dispatcher on the other incidents.

Suddenly, the unit in front steered violently to the left, before snapping to the right and narrowly missing a head on collision with an eighteen-wheeler flat bed hauling sugar cane. The SYM and his roomie were astonished at the maneuver, as the M-151 vehicles were notorious for flipping over if you made a sudden move, such as blinking an eye. That Sgt. Joe kept it under control in that instance was astounding. They pulled into the parking lot, and the SYM, who was driving, was just getting out of his M-151 to ask Sgt. Joe what was that swerving maneuver all about, when Sgt. Joe came around from his side of the vehicle screaming obscenities at the apprehended individual in the back seat. Sgt. Joe carried a huge black flashlight, an eight cell model which was made of steel, in lieu of a night stick and he had it in his hand as he was going for the guy he had apprehended. The SYM acted quickly in restraining Sgt. Joe from pounding the guy and told him to calm down and tell him what had happened. Sgt. Joe was very emotional, as the guy in the back seat had kicked Sgt. Joe in the back of his head, with combat boots, as they approached the oncoming truck nearly causing the accident, that none of them would have walked away from.

The SYM got his first look at the detainee as they pulled him out of the M-151 and he knew at that moment that this guy was trouble. The look in his eye was of a sardonic soul and one that was searching deep into the SYM’s eyes for his measure and how he could gain control. This person was tall, perhaps six foot three, and skinny, perhaps one hundred and seventy pounds, but had the strength of a mad man and his arms and legs were long and limber. They escorted him into the station with his hands cuffed behind his back, seated him on the sofa and began their job of processing. One of his friends came in shortly after they arrived, to be with him and try and assist, mostly for his protection from himself. The friend informed us what was going on and who he was. He was a cop also, but he worked on base in the security division, guarding the aircraft and other assets on Clark AB. This individual had been undergoing a psychiatric evaluation as not long before this incident, he had been refused a bathroom break during his shift and climbed inside a C5A Galaxy transport, the world’s largest airplane at the time, and defecated in the pilot’s seat. It was also his birthday, he was very drunk and eight thousand miles from home. For some reason, they were unmoved by his circumstances even if they did contribute to his condition. He had very nearly killed two good men, who were friends of the SYM.

While the SYM was in the office working with the dispatcher and other patrolmen, the detainee(let’s call him S&M) harassed and tried to kick anyone that walked near him, making everyone in the building dislike him and these were all men who weren’t accustomed to taking a lot of BS from anyone. Then S&M’s friend gave him a lit cigarette, at which time he leaped off of the sofa and started setting the stations Christmas decorations on fire. They had to use the fire extinguishers to put the fires out and S&M tried to scuffle with the patrolmen while handcuffed.

The SYM instructed one of his colleagues to remove S&M’s belt and restrain his legs with them. They only needed to hold him for a little while longer, as an ambulance had been ordered to their station to transport S&M to the detox unit at the base hospital. Once S&M was restrained, the SYM and his roomie stepped out on the front foyer area to calm down and have a cigarette while waiting for the ambulance. As the SYM was lighting his cigarette, out of his peripheral vision, he saw S&M walking towards him with his handcuffed hands in front of him, holding the belt. He walked up to the unimpressed SYM, smiling sardonically, and said something to the effect that they couldn’t restrain him. The SYM had had enough, S&M had pushed his buttons and the SYM’s pwnage was at hand, as he looked S&M in the eyes, and stated, “well…lets just try again.” The SYM then reached down, grabbed each of S&M’s ankles and lifted them straight up into the air, causing S&M’s back and head to come smashing down on the tile covered cement foyer. The SYM knew he was wrong to do so, even as he did it, but it was if he was being willed to do so and as he looked into S&M’s eyes the moment he struck the hard surface, he didn’t even blink…he just smiled…sardonically.

Now the SYM was infuriated. He had been forced into taking actions that were completely against his nature and it was to the liking of this wicked spirit, now smiling at him for forcing him to take an illegal and unnecessary action. The SYM grabbed one leg and his roomie the other, as they dragged him back inside the station, at which time S&M started kicking violently, striking his roomie’s hand and jamming several fingers. The two friends then each took one leg and used S&M as a wishbone, made a wish and tried to see who would get the long end, but S&M got in another good kick on his friend’s genitals.

The SYM now wanted to kill the guy, removed his night stick and while holding his leg extended in the air, began pounding on S&M’s leg, from the achilles tendon to the buttocks and he pounded with as much force as he could. As the SYM was swinging away, suddenly he couldn’t bring his arm forward. There were now so many patrolmen pounding and kicking S&M, that SYM had no room to operate. The SYM took a step back, surveyed the scene, and instantly realized he had been pwned, he had set this debacle in motion, he was responsible for this situation and for S&M’s safety, as well as his men.

The SYM yelled “STOP” just as the PC was about to strike S&M with the metal folding stock on his M1A1 carbine, and everyone froze. They all stood silently and looked at each other in disbelief. What had happened and more yet, what had they done? This wasn’t who they were.

S&M, fortunately, wasn’t hurt badly, just bruised in many places and mercifully, the ambulance arrived shortly after the pwnage. They assisted the medics in strapping S&M to the gurney with half inch leather straps and loading him into the ambulance. The SYM called them all together, to try and process what had just happened and to let them know that he knew who these men were and that this incident was unfortunate, and he apologized for letting it escalate. All of the SYM’s colleagues understood, but they were all still puzzled, how one individual could inspire such violent behavior from others.

Then, a call came over the radio, from the base police. S&M had gotten loose from his leather restraints and nearly caused the ambulance to crash on the way to the hospital.

The SYM then had affirmation, that getting pwned sucks.

64 Responses

  1. PCP? And just what is pwned? I get the concept, just not the initials.

    I’ll bet there’s a little more to this story…. 😉

  2. Pwned is one of those innernut terms, meaning owned. I don’t know when it got started, but I think some one goofed and meant to type owned, but it was so funny, it stuck.
    Sort of like, i’m impress.
    And no, that’s pretty much the story, except for the many days of angst, thinking about how this guy was able to manipulate so many. He was truly into S&M. He really did have a death wish, and the more you hurt him, the more he enjoyed it.
    /the a-hole

  3. That’s what I thought about pwned. I hate the fact that sometimes, on the right occasion, with the right a$$hole doing the pushing of the buttons, good people go bad. Then there are some that deserve the a$$kicking they get. Just hope they didn’t like it as much as this guy did.

  4. It was a very strange feeling, Robert D. I had never before, or since, abused anyone that was restrained. It was if there was an evil spirit compelling us to get caught in the rage.
    Many years after, I would watch the South African police beating on the protesters with their night sticks and sjamboks, and doing so with purpose and delight, and they were usually hitting them on the head, and I would see their approach, and remember my moment, and shake my head. They were wrong to do what they did, and they did it with malice, which was far worse. When I saw the Rodney King beating, I could recognize instantly, they were being methodical, not caught in the same rage we had been.

  5. It is frightening, sometimes, how easy it is to lose control and how far I will go.

    /Pretty damn far. Therefore, I try to keep the beast within firmly caged.

  6. s&m is an accomplished manipulator. Add liquor and stir, it’s a deadly combination.
    That you regained your composure is remarkable, especially for a young man.

  7. For me, Swampie, losing control is tantamount to personal defeat. I’ve always been the one to skull f*#k others, to make them lose control so I could pwn them. When this…thing got in my head, it was very disturbing.
    Growing up playing baseball, I was a catcher, and loved talking to the batters. As a policeman, I was often confronted with guys that were bigger, taller, stronger, or quicker than I was, but because I knew what I was going to do, and how, and they were forced to react to me, I never lost.

    Yeah, nuke, he was a manipulator, but with a really evil vibe…it’s not a feeling I can put in words adequately.

  8. Some people really do have the devil in them and are evil people. That’s the feeling I can’t describe.

  9. And some people unfailingly lift your spirits and are a joy to be around.

  10. That’s why I hang here, yous guys make me feel good. 😉

  11. #’s 8 and 9
    Yep, and yep.

    I was reminded of this incident the other day, when making a post over at wytammic’s. I linked to the “most dangerous prisoner in America,” Tommy Siverstein. I will not link him here, I don’t want that sorry sack of shiite coming here. Go to your favorite search engine, and type in his name. I was shocked to see that he now has his own webpage, and is no longer in “supreme punishment” at Leavenworth, but is now at Florence, Co., a punishment prison. He murdered four people, all while in prison, including stabbing a prison guard thirty eight times at Marion, Oh, Supermax. I was reading some of his self-serving sections, and read the one about torture, which from his point of view, was quite different I’m sure, from the BOP.
    Yes, there is evil in this world. Whether it is inherent or temporarily resides in man, I don’t know, but I have stared it in the eye.

  12. #10-Robert D
    Careful with the “feeling” thing. I broke out a song about “feelings” the other day, and Swampie was ready to kill or be killed. 😆

  13. OK! Huggy time is over. I don’t like “Feelings” either. 😎

  14. Oh, what the heck, Robert D, I think you will find as funny as I did.

  15. A lot better than the original.

  16. aaahhhhh, the good ole days of my innocent childhood. Like the country song says, 3 channels you got up to change….

  17. Heh. We had to go outside to turn the antennae

  18. Henh…yep, the ol’three channel lineup. No wonder we were always outside running around, and having fun.
    There were a few shows, like Rawhide, that were must see tv, but I remember the agony of being at someone else’s house, and having to watch Lawrence Welk or Ed Sullivan.

  19. Dang, nuke. You had an antennae? We only knew a few rich folks that had those.

  20. it was a rent house.

  21. Yeah, the ol’ rabbit ears here. And when the t.v. wasn’t working well, a whack on the side worked wonders.

  22. Damn, looks like I changed my name, too. Stupid wordpress wouldn’t take either e-mail address and wouldn’t accept me as SwampWoman.

  23. “Pwned is one of those innernut terms, meaning owned”

    Wow. I just learned that. Guess I am not the internet geek I though I was. Oddly enough, I think that is good news.

  24. I am probably going to end up locking myself out completely, just in case I completely vanish without a trace.

  25. Henh, yeah John, the innernut is an amazing place.

    Swampie, what did you do?

  26. Nuke, do you remember if pwned got started at lgf, or just caught on there?

  27. I’m not an internet geek. I wish I was, but I do not have the patience. While I can care for an injured animal for weeks while it recovers, while I can lose myself for hours in a painting, I find that when it comes to things involving the electronic media, I’ve got the attention span of a 2-year-old on a sugar high.

  28. Uh, tried to create an avatar but I think I’ve created enough damage for the evening.

  29. The technical aspects of the electronic media, I mean.

    /I can google like nobody’s bidness.

  30. Heh. I almost became Super Elite Swampwoman, but I restrained myself.

  31. swamp pie? 😆

  32. Just go through each required block carefully. It shouldn’t give you a hard time, just remember at the bottom right of the page, is the ‘update profile’ button, if you want to change it.

  33. Hee-hee, that’s a good’un, Robert D.

  34. Heh. Carefully. Okay. No cursing, swearing, or throwing things.

  35. I am ignoring Robert D. Whistling, looking around….

  36. Mind of Mencia is coming on. LOVE that show. Later, y’all.

  37. A lazyboy break sounds good, right about now…with some ice cream.

  38. Here’s an ice cream cone Swamps. Nobody can be unhappy eating ice cream. (thanks Eric)

  39. #32 Robo?

  40. I lost a comment there somewhere. Ask Nuke about Robo sometime. It’s kinda like swamp pie.

  41. Great minds and all. Go ahead Nuke.

  42. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.

  43. Thanks….

  44. I’ll let you ‘splain it.

  45. Well just between us…I received an invitation from Nuke to post my opinions on this site occasionally. When I first signed up I was trying to be different with my name. It turned out to be……roberterd. 😳 Thus, Robo Turd was born. I had to ask Nuke to PLEASE let me change that, and being the kind and noble person that he is he agreed. And he kept that to himself. That’s a smooth move. So there is the story of Robo.

    Robo Turd. aka…Robert D 😆

  46. I guess RD has gone to bed, and since he raised the subject, here’s the story…

    well when robert d was opening his wp account, he decided he needed to open a second one. Why, you ask? Because the sign-on id for the first one was robertd, which at first glance looked a lot like robo terd
    But we still love you Robo.
    Feeeeeeeeeeeeeelings, woah,woah, woah, feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings.

  47. This is the kind of nonsense that turns the majority party to the minority party.
    House approves taxes on oil companies.
    I don’t know what the Senate bill looks like, so it will be interesting to discover what the reconciled bill will look like, and if it will be vetoed.

  48. LOL!!!!
    You guys so thoroughly crack my crack up.
    /mimi whoa whoa whoa mimi

  49. I’m gonna keeel you nuke……..

  50. That feeeeeeeelings thing is really too much!!!!!

  51. Oh man, I’m laughing so hard my side hurts.
    Mrs. Nuke wants to know what’s happening.
    Now, she knows the story of Robo Turd™
    And, she’s bustin’ a gut laughing too.
    No wait, she said she was laughing at my singing Feeeeeeelings.

  52. You can’t touch nuke, Robert D, your post was two minutes before his.
    Henh, that “mimi” video was the first post on a thread nuke put up the other day, “Hurt Feelings Are All The Rage.”
    It was perfect then, and hysterical now.

  53. Nuke, quick, play the Beaker video for her.

  54. she loves it, hehehe

  55. Henh, thought she would.
    I still believe you, when you said it wouldn’t go in your favorites, though. 😀

  56. Nite y’all

  57. And he sings it with such…miiimiii!
    Night nuke.

  58. Nuke, I am hereby requesting that the glass be broken, and the banning stick be applied to the one known as Ed.
    He is neither amusing or intelligent, but an irritating leftard…IMHO.
    A troll should have something to offer, this one doesn’t, only acrimony.

  59. In case y’all haven’t noticed, the X Games are under way on ESPN, and I always find these athletes, and their activities, fascinating.
    Here’s a vid from Fri. or Sat.
    …his shoes…did you see that?

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