Randy gets more Rabid by the second

They had said that on Y2K all the computers would explode, and we would have the end of civilisation as we know it. Well, Randy wasn’t going to wait around and find out, he had gone off the grid waaaaaaay before that.

He left his life as a car salesman behind and never looked back. He didn’t need no fancy computers or cell phones. Just his gun, his hunting cabin, and a nice fireplace to keep him warm.

Thing is, out here in this dang forest, the hunting grounds are a bit too... wild. Maybe, it’s the radioactive river that’s making the boars’ eyes so green or maybe it’s just that strange mist in the air that’s making the racoons so rabid.

That wasn’t going to stop old Randy, food is food no matter what weird noises those animals are making. Although he did pause a bit before eating his first green sausage, wondering if this was a good idea or if maybe he should go back to his old life. But once he had a few bites and it became easier to swallow, those thoughts started to melt like bear meat on a griddle.

He even made himself a nice trophy wall over the fire to remind him of his favourite meals.

Recently, the bear traps have been coming up empty, and no matter how many times he literally takes shots in the dark he’s not hitting anything.

Ah well, Randy knows a lost cause when he sees one. It’s time to look for a new place to get some food. What’s left of the forest meat just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe, he can break down his outhouse and turn it into a boat to fish down on the bayou.

There might be a lot of old cans, toxic sludge and plastics, but there’s got to be a Giga fish that can last him a while there too. Sometimes the bayou bubbles suspiciously and a tentacle or two shoots up at random, but hey, there hasn’t been anything that caught Randy back yet!

Rabid Randy returns with more questionable prey in Rabid Randy Gone Fishing!