Indiana State Trooper Shot By His 11 Year Old Son Because He Took His Video Games Away
GRANGER, Ind. — We have new information tonight (Wednesday) about what lead up to a shooting of an Indiana State trooper, allegedly perpetrated by his son.
WSBT 22 filed a public record request for court documents after his 11-year-old son was arrested.
The boy told police he had been planning the shooting since school that day.
The boy is now facing charges of attempted murder in juvenile court. Documents show how the boy got a hold of his father’s gun to do it.
This is the most fucked up story of the day. Hope the dad is alright. But at the same time…. you’re kinda asking to get shot when you take an 11 year old kid’s video games away. To an 11 year old boy, video games are sacred. Nothing and nobody should get between the two.
Let me take you back about 15 years:
N64 was hot in the streets. The best games were Goldeneye, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Mario Kart, Mario Party and a few more. But one of the greatest video games ever was Donkey Kong 64.
That game was fucking incredible. And I was good at it. Over the course of an entire summer, I had successfully retrieved 200 of the 201 golden bananas in the game. I had spent weeks trying to get that last golden banana. Shit was fucking IMPOSSIBLE. If you played the game, you already know what golden banana I’m talking about:
The Chunky Kong race where you had to smash through the well
Unfortunately I couldn’t find the video of this exact race on YouTube, but anyone who played the games know how hard the races in general were. They were often times the hardest golden bananas to retrieve in the game.
Anyways, after weeks of trying to win this fucking race to get the ever elusive 201st golden banana, I got into some stupid argument with my brother. I forget what it was about, but he knew he had the ultimate trump card on me: keep fucking with him and he’ll delete the game. Erase my months of hard work from history.
Obviously I couldn’t let that happen. I’d take the cartridge to school and keep it in my bat bag for baseball practices and shit. Wouldn’t let that thing out of my site. I was like Costanza trying to preserve the Frogger high score with Slippery Pete.
Anyways, one day I go to unzip my backpack. The cartridge was gone. I sprinted up to my bedroom and it was chilling in the console. My heart sunk like I just watched my dog get hit by a Mack truck. I turned on the game, and the little bastard deleted my progress. Never in my life have I been so angry.
He’s 5 years younger than me, so probably about 10 years old at the time. Maybe a tick younger. My sadness quickly turned into rage and I couldn’t wait for that fuckhead to get home. I went into my garage and started digging through different type of weapons to beat him to shit with like I was Butch in Pulp Fiction:
I was gonna go medieval on his ass.
As soon as he walked in the door I beat the absolute shit out of him. In turn, my dad whooped my ass for wailing away on my helpless brother, but the pain of my dickhead little brother deleting my DK64 progress was a pain that will never leave me as long as I live.
Advertisement
I like to think I taught my brother a valuable lesson at the time too. NEVER EVER get between a prepubescent teen and his video games. That’s asking to at best get the wind knocked out of you like he did, and at worst get shot. It’s a line nobody should ever toe.