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So me and my little goon squad are sitting around waiting to hit Zee. Ammo is getting low, we got a reload system, but it takes time. When first frost hits, we are going to strike. It seems old Zee turns into a corpse cicile when the snows come. The best thing to do is to wack them in the head. A ax to the head is my choice, but a brick or even a pointy stick can do the trick. Got one guy here with a SKS, the bayonet on it is a great Zee sticker.



We have good jackets and a lot of… Continue

So as I was saying, the marshal was handing out the hunting rifles from Jimbo's local gun shack. I noticed I still had my own .357 revolver on my hip. My police officer/copmian, Nancy, walked up to the Marshal. I guessed they must have been related because the Marshal seemed over joyed to see her. She introduced me and we all walked inside his little station.



After speaking for a couple of miniutes about what was going on, I told the Marshal that I wasn't to much into the Lever… Continue

So I found myself up in Virgina City Nevada, a little one light tourist trap up in the Sierra Nevada mountain range. It's kind of hard to explain how I ended up there, the concushion I took really made me lose my sinces.

Some Rambo wannabe got up on a Humvee, some national guardsman left, then began firing the Mark 19 grenade launcher wildly. Guess I'm lucky, I heard he killed about ten people fleeing Reno before some one capped him.



Any way, my first clear memory was sitting up… Continue