Strory testing
Just testing out. June 21st, 2016 The Anarchists have finally raided the country for which I have fought. Military bases are now a skate park and a concert ground. Raiders feel no conviction enslaving others, robberies, vandalism, or any act that exposes their perception of a "free spirit". Our president has been hung and replaced with a punk, brainwashed from Anti-Government music. Raiders seem to show mercy for others who seem similar, or at the least, neutral. I have avoided destruction by my sporting of a band T-shirt, and blasting mainstream Metal from my house. Little do those fuckers know, I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. Our Government may have had hints of corruption, but there had been more order than chaos. I cannot say that I have foreseen this, but with my few survivalist views, I plan to deal with treason myself. Though I am no longer U.S Air Force, I will don my modified ABU garments (the Air Force currently wear 'multi-cam'), and I will show little mercy to the rats who have the audacity to insult this country. Those who once worked for a paycheck and off-time now work to suppress a death-threat, and I raise the bullshit flag. I will shed blood with bullets, wood, steel, and fire. First Kill of the Day: 1430 hours A raider, appearing ages 18-20, decided practicing tricks on his skateboard, in front of my house, would be a good, fucking idea. I put a .270 caliber bullet between his eyes from the second story. I headed outside with a sense of urgency, somewhat hoping no witnesses were near. Before burying the body in the deep snow nearby, I acquired his 9mm Glock readily loaded with 15 full metal jacket rounds, a 4-inch pocket knife, and his mp3 player. I returned inside my home, locking every door, and increased the volume of my thrashing metal. |
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