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Ok, it's been a few years. I have survived a plane crash, been drugged for four years, lost my family, and now I'm homeless in DC. It sound's like a damn dark noir novel, that I should be walking down the night streets with a cigerette dangling out of my mouth and rot gut in my belly. Still, its not so bad that I can't find something to do. Like rescue people, help them, save them from their own dangers. The fire truck that rocketed by was my "Sign from GOD", it's siren echoing my internal dialog of screams. I see a convinence store, booze and clove cigs, that's what I need. | Ok, it's been a few years. I have survived a plane crash, been drugged for four years, lost my family, and now I'm homeless in DC. It sound's like a damn dark noir novel, that I should be walking down the night streets with a cigerette dangling out of my mouth and rot gut in my belly. Still, its not so bad that I can't find something to do. Like rescue people, help them, save them from their own dangers. The fire truck that rocketed by was my "Sign from GOD", it's siren echoing my internal dialog of screams. I see a convinence store, booze and clove cigs, that's what I need. | ||
Stepping in, I find a small Korean clerk hounded by a bunch of black 'bangers...neet. All I wanted was some lovin' from Johnny Walker Red and to suck on a damn clove, but no, I have to listen to these bastards. Let me just say, beating the shit out of a bunch of gangsters is very theraputic. I left the shop mostly intact, what more do you want? I did pick up the broken shelves when I was done with them. | Stepping in, I find a small Korean clerk hounded by a bunch of black 'bangers...neet. All I wanted was some lovin' from Johnny Walker Red and to suck on a damn clove, but no, I have to listen to these bastards. Let me just say, beating the shit out of a bunch of gangsters is very theraputic. I left the shop mostly intact, what more do you want? I did pick up the broken shelves when I was done with them. | ||
