Paul J. McSorley
speaker
3,444 appearances
4 recordings
1 series
first heard Jun 2026
last heard 6d ago
Paul J. McSorley’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I could hear scratching on the other side of the fence at what I presumed were claws on its feet propelling it up and over.
the top of the fence picket crumbled under its weight, causing it to lose its balance, toppled to the ground, and rolled toward Snagle, who barked wildly.
The creature let out a scared, ear splitting cry.
My dog nipped at the strange creature, which lashed out at him with its tongue, the proboscis wrapping around his remaining back leg.
He yelped in pain.
Instinctively I unslung the rifle and shouldered it.
Muscle memory kicked in as I sighted down the barrel aiming for center mass.
My thumb flipped the safety to fire, my fingers slid onto the trigger, squeezed, and
Light recoil into the shoulder, the smell of smokeless gunpowder.
Missing the small target, my bullet splintered a fence panel next to the alien.
It let out a distressed howl, answered by a low rumble somewhere on the other side of my fence.
But it didn't let go of my dog and I was about to go full John Wick on its ass.
I adjusted fire and aimed for the pink mouth.
My vision tunneled and I fired into the gaping maw.
The Russian made hollow point expanded as it contacted the soft tissue.
The projectile
didn't leave a massive exit wound, the creature slumped to the ground with a gentle groan.
Blue green blood oozed from the orifice and shredded viscera floated out in clumps in various hues of pink, blue, and beige.
The stench of ammonia hung heavy in the air.
Its tongue loosened around Snaggle's leg and he took off like a gunshot.
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