For those who don ' t get it A Protoss Tempest is a SC 2 unit which deals extra damage to LARGE units . <| sep |> Reminds of the wrist control skit from DerrickComedy <| sep |> Here ' s a shitty fit pic . Those boots are gorgeous ! <| sep |> xbox ? lets hit park sometime , im sick of randoms . <| sep |> Goodwill 50 % off from 910 I ' ll be camping out starting around 859 am . <| sep |> This ' ll get buried , but what the hell . During my junior year in college , I went camping with a bunch of my friends in Bald Eagle State Park , PA . There were I think 5 of us . We hiked all day and camped at a site high in the mountains , with no one else near us as far as we could tell . There was a dirt ' road ' that ran past the site , though we never saw any vehicles on it just an access road for the park rangers who would theoretically come round to check your permits . We turned in for bed around 9 and despite being exhausted none of us could sleep . This was because we discovered that our friend Steve , with whom we ' d never camped before , could snore . We were in three tents , and his was the farthest out , and I swear the thunderous rumblings come out of his nose made the my tent shake . After probably an hour of this , the other four of us clambered out and gave up on sleeping . My girlfriend at the time , who was mutual friends with everyone I was camping with , was a DJ for our college radio station . Her show ran from 1012 , so we thought we ' d tune in on the little handcrank radio we ' d brought with us . The road was at a slightly higher elevation than the campsite itself , so we walked out there for better reception and listened in for a bit . While we were on the road listening , a black pickup with its headlights off came crunching very slowly down the dirt road and passed us . Weird . Another half hour or so goes by and the four of us return to camp . Two go to bed my friend Emily and I sat outside of our tent talking for a bit Steve was still snoring . Then we heard the crunching again . The pickup had returned , and was now lurching down the narrow track to our campsite , its headlights still off . We ducked behind my tent and hunkered down , not sure what to do . He turned his engine off . We sat there . He sat there . It was a really clear night , bright moon , but we couldn ' t see inside the cab of the truck and had no idea how many people could be in there . It was very definitely not a park ranger . No one got out of the truck . Steve was still snoring . At least ten minutes passed before the truck started up again and backed up , very slowly , out of our campsite and rumbled off down the road . My other two friends had been awake and heard everything . Steve had no idea . We told the rangers on our way out and they said they ' d had some reports of a truck creeping around after dark but had no idea what the hell .