BigSaltyDog

  🎃 Sgt. Salty’s Halloween Havoc – Chapter 1: The Diesel Demon It was a damp October evening, the kind of night where fog curls round lampposts like it’s planning something. Inside The Bargain Banshee — a rickety old diesel van that coughed louder than it purred — Sgt. Salty and his crew of misfits were loading boxes of Halloween supplies. Pumpkins? Check. Fake cobwebs? Check. Enough fireworks to light up County Meath? Double check. And, of course, one suspicious barrel labelled “Premium Diesel – Totally Not Haunted.” “Right, team!” barked Sgt. Salty, tightening his gloves. “Destination: Ongar. Mission: Halloween delivery and mild chaos. Questions?” Ye Olde Large Lad raised a hand. “Aye. Why’s the diesel barrel hissing?” The van gave a long, wheezy growl — vroooom–clunk–HOOOONK! — as if to answer. “Character,” said Salty, patting the dashboard. “She’s got spirit.” “Feels like the spirit of an angry tractor,” muttered The Govna, lighting a cigarette that immediately ...