Hello fellow sbs obsessives! I have a few of these still:
- SS Phantus mini
- Brass Phantus Mini (clone - lost the key to remove the filler block and my auth key is totally different)
- Microstick w/ 18500 ext
- Moonraker dna40 #27 (display went out, like to find someone to repair it stateside rather than sending to Italy)
- ignition (not pictured)
I once had a magnificent red proxvostick 266650, for about a week. It's a sad tale, I'm afraid. I bet it could make for an excellent script, possibly even oscar-worthy. You see, once upon a time, I was perusing vape sites when I came upon one shop that had one of those sections becoming popular in one form or another, the "historical hardware" section. You know, the place where those classic mods of yore, ancient classics of another era, like 2 years, could be banished because nobody wanted them. These are my absolute favorite, of course, because for one, I'm a cheap ......., and two, well, because I enjoy a good deal. Which are the same... sorry.
So you could imagine my surprise when in this sad corner, I found a true treasure. Yes, the aforementioned red ProXvoStick 266650 with a compass in the stock and...err... well it was not used, but gleaming and shny and new and I think it was only $99. Seriously? How the hell did this site have not one but two of these available? So of course I sensed some kind of mistake, scam, something. But it turned out to be true, so in the cart it went and in a couple days I was in heaven. For abut a week. The she happened. That cute, cuddly creature you see as my avatar, she knew how I loved my new prize, and oh! How jealous she was...
I know what you are thinking and no, she did not unleash a direct assault and chew it to pieces and digest it. No, she is female, and thus, much more measured. And devious, but not saying all women are devious (obligatory disclaimer), but..ugh whatever.... She saw how I looked at my precious red proxvostick, how I held it for long periods of time, always bringing it to my face and... you know vaping is kind of disgusting. Anyway, she chose instead, a trap! A trap that she would be able to enjoy to the fullest, where she would be able to watch and smile. You see, nary a week into xvo bliss, she waited until I went off to work, and she did the same. She located my cargo pants that she knew I would be wearing that evening when I would return for our daily stroll through the woods. And she knew exactly which pocket would rest the foul device, and she set to work meticulously, surgically even, separating the fabric which would be the cradle for this doomed device. Yes, she did also find an added bonus there, some dog biscuits perhaps, though I tell you it had nothing to do with any of this... So she then sat up, surveyed her work, and smiled. She likely also proceeded to lick herself which she tends to do.
And so, the events played out much like she, and you, have surmised. We took that walk that evening. And in the deepest, darkest part of the forest, that perhaps half acre of temperate, deciduous, and evergreen woods and some rubbish that separated the apartments from the Golden Corral, fate made it's play. I took one last, final taste of probably p rocke grand reserve, put the xvo in that pocket that had previously been whole, and took a step, and... falling. Down, down, down this red device fell, down my leg and apparently I didn't even notice? Was I high? I wasn't! I swear! I don't even do that anymore, I'm a responsible parent now, how could this happen!!!
So it wasn't terribly longer when back home, I'm like, "where's my red proxvostick 26650"? And panic set it, and me, without a towel! I search frantically, under couches, between cushions, all the usual suspects. And then I saw it. That look. That look your dog gives you when you walk in a room and that other half of the sandwich you made and left on the coffee table 10 seconds ago and is no longer there. That look. And I knew. In that moment, the truth of this terrible even exploded in my mind, each frame moving in logical succession with rapid fire transitions, like in Trainspotting, yea, like that. I raced to check the cargo pants I had thrown on a chair after that walk. I checked each pocket, and I found it. A new hole in the pocket! It wasn't there yesterday! Why are there dog biscuit crumbs on the floor? I raced to the forest, retracing my steps. I moved slowly, searching, scanning the forest floor for signs of my precious red xvo. I even had one of those long, thin sticks they use when all the townspeople gather to search for a missing person and they jab into things on the ground... But the sun was receding below the horizon... and time ran out. I would go searching, for days, weeks, years, decades, but no sign of my now once beloved red proxvostick 266650. And the Svoemesto Kayfun v4 that was in it...
And so this tale ends, but the dream lives on. I search for her still, the red proxvostick 26650. I search across the vast Ebay, I search in historical mods sections, I search the google, though I'm sure the google suppresses the results because it knows my Youtube view history... I will never stop searching....