Since you're reading this, we're obviously both still alive, Fracture. You failed. Again. Fuck you.
For everyone who isn't fuck face, this is how it went down. After my last post, we got a threat from Fracture saying that we'd be dead before we hit the border. So he knew we'd gone down to Mexico, good for fucking him, right? I wasn't too worried, though I kept my guard up because doing otherwise would have just been stupid.
I have to admit, I was not expecting the attack to come at a random gas station in the middle of nowhere. But it did. A group of them came at us while we'd split up to refuel and get more food and shit. I killed the three after me without too much difficulty, then I had to go save Sloth's ass. Again. He's surprisingly high maintenance for someone who's managed to survive as long as he has.
We thought that was the end of it, but then we discovered that one of them had stolen our car. Which they immediately tried to use to run us down. Cowardly shitstain. We got the hell out of the way, and the guy drove off with our car and our supplies. I stole another car and we took off, aiming at that point to get away long enough to stitch up our wounds and shit. No such luck, our old car and a couple others came tearing after us.
I outran the other two cars, but our old car was hot on our tail, so I gave Sloth the driver's seat while still tearing down the highway, swapped over, and shot out a tire on our old car. It was at this point that I realized we needed to get our shit back if we could manage it, so Sloth did a very tidy turn around and got me close to the old car. This is where shit got really intense. I darted out of the car, across the highway to our old car, while the other two cars caught up and started shooting at me. I managed to not get shot while I crossed, then used the car door from the old car to protect myself while I pulled shit out of the car. The idiots from the other cars got out to try to shoot me, while I darted back across the highway to Sloth, and we sped off leaving the idiots in the dust.
We're gonna be juuust fine. I guess your people are as stupid as you are, fuckhead.
I wouldn't call you an action hero, but I would call you an action heroine because that's some good shit right there.
ReplyDeleteHow very typical of you to leave out the various knife and bullet wounds you netted yourself over the course of those events.
ReplyDeleteNot to mention the savage beating Sloth got.
Those weren't my men. I put a price on your head with some of the local wider scale gangs and told them where you were.
Like I'd send any of my own people to deal with you.
Pulling off all that crap with all those wounds only makes me MORE of a badass, not less.
DeleteMakes you a hell of a lot more worse for wear. Strike it while its hot.
DeleteYou're bitter and violent; I like you!
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