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More like drunk rage than autism, but still..
>be me
>go out on Friday afternoon
>plan to set up camp, sleep over inna woods, in the morning move on, get home on Sunday maybe
>came across a fine picnic spot with awesome giant fireplace
>decide to sleep over at said establishment
>start fire, chillout, sipping on booze
>feel super comfy, sit in a sweater despite -4C
>fireplace is huge, had to get inside to get closer to fire
>lots of ash but I got this, put tarp and sleeping pad on top, I'm good
>fall asleep at around 01:00
>wake up at about 04:00, mouth dry as fuck
>O_O
>where the fuck is my water
>where the fuck is my gear
>where the fuck is all my food
>only stuff that was close to me when I slept remained, everything else is gone
>flimsy fuckfluff, I've been robbed!
>God I'm thirsty, I'd kill for a cup of water
>hungry as fuck, but logs still glow, at least I'm not cold
>wat du
>found a metal cup, managed to heat some water from stream, spilled half of it because pliers gone too
>found a candy in my pocket, a quick shot of sugar made me think a bit clearer.
>with food, cookware, fuck know what else gone, I have no choice but to go back
>somehow manage to get home
>the washing machine worked all day, me cleaning, ruck, gear and boots from ash, (one of whom melted some sole from the fire)
Now comes the autism part:
>decide to take the car on Sunday to check out that picnic spot in daylight
>found all my gear in a bag in a forest, no more than 20 meters from where I slept
>In my drunk-logic I decided to hide all non-valuable items in the forest so they don't get stolen when I sleep, while keeping all my valuables under my head in the backpack
Surprised nobody took it on Saturday, quite some people visit that place on the weekends, it's really nice
Will never laugh at people putting candy into MRE sets again.
Never found the pliers.
>audio files not allowed
Why the fuck not? Dumb cunts.
