"Alright, we're fresh out of the city, we're free men. A lot of shit went down on the trip here, Mikey got bit by a snake in the cock and Costanzo almost bludgeoned Darion half to death over a handgun, and that's about it. However, Chester couldn't make it, God bless, they fucking turned him into a loyalist pussy. We put a bullet in his dome, he would have wanted us to do it."
"Today we've fucking done it. We got held up by some cute guys in ballistic vests with fucking laser guns. The two autists scrambled out of an air-boat on a fucking road, a fucking road, and pointed their shooters at us. They asked who we were, however, Mikey, who was spread out behind us in event of something like this happening, jammed a shotgun barrel in the brave one's back, demanding he dropped the gun. The man spiraled around, trying to smack Mikey, but he squeezed the trigger, painting the asphalt red.
In shock that we just killed a
rebel, we hesitantly raised our guns as he stared over his friend's lifeless body, bleeding across the street, and demanded him to drop his gun, get in the air-boat and drive away. We jammed the 'AR2s' in our bags and absconded with the swag. Today was a productive day."
(From left to right: Darion Maruko, Mikey Cucurullo (Back), Costanzo Vacanti (Front), Me)
"We've set up a safe-haven for our brothers and sister. We're doing inventory now; we're fucking armed to the dick now, bru, we've got MP7s, SPAS-12s, 9MMs, the works. We found a big safe-house full of swag, and booze. We just razed the whole room, burned it, took all the loot."
"Good God, this place is a shit-hole, I almost miss the city, we might have lost enough heat and pooled enough supplies to borne a journey back to the more bearable shit-hole."
"Alright, fuck it, we've kicked it out here long enough. Chester wouldn't have wanted us out here. We're D-6 Saints. Not a bunch of camping pussies. The city calls us, 'gov.
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