Recently I came upon an unkempt homeless man on a nearby corner, shouting about Alucard being Trevor Belmont's father or something. I was going to inquire as to why he was so distraught and had been waiting at the crosswalk when a car pulled up to the side of him. It happened so quickly that it almost felt like an intense daydream: A bag/lasso was thrown over his head from the passenger window and they accelerated. He was dragged muffling, his body turning into a bloody, limp ragdoll just before my vision lost them.
Perhaps the most haunting part of this experience was the ungodly grin across the face of the man sitting in the back seat—equally as unkempt. Maybe the homeless man owed him money; maybe fanfiction is offensive.
People sure do think up some bizarre things though.