This all happened when i was on UN-duty in Afghanistan. belive it or not they have
gingerbread men there too. We were just outside Kabul, capital of Afghanistan, and we
were facing a m*****tha of a sandstorm, we thought we had found a safehaven in an
abandoned bombshelter. Obviously we were wrong, cuz just when i called for the captain
and lit my torch, i stood face to face with them, a band of nomad gingerbreadmen armed
with nothing but their fierce state of mind.At first, we thought maybe we could talk them
straight instead of going back into the sandstorm, but i was soon proven wrong, they
lunged upon us battering us green and blue, although i managed to get a big bite out of
one of them. This however just seem to make them even more hostile. We were badly
outnumbered, we couldn't stand our ground, i decided to make a break for the door, badly
beaten up i managed to get back out of the shelter and into the sandstorm. Captain
however, wasn't that lucky..