Its been two fucking weeks since i woke up, I've been drinking. A lot. Not that it does anything. Gotta get the good shit. Absinthe where ever the fuck i can find that.
I had one job. One fucking job and someone decided itd be funny as fuck to try and kill me and fuck shit up.
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My mad gunslinging skills were still in check. Which saved my ass when i actually ran into The Gunslingers, for the most part anyway. "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT."
I groaned as i took the last shot. "All i ask for is a little challenge. Like. Legionaries. Is that too much to ask for?" wait. "No no. I take that back. I think this is okay." i mumbled. So. Yeah being shot in the head decided to make me talk to absolutely no one. And kind of scare people. Oh well
I watched a gecko run across in front of me. Screeching and i looked of in the distance it was coming from. Fire and crosses were up. "Well shit." i thought. "Not today Satan. Not today."
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AdventureIn which a post apocalypse FedEx delivery woman gets shot in the face and survives and gets really pissed when she finds out it someone who she trusted did the deed.
