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Went to war. Killed stuff. Thought about killing the boys since they deserted me. Decided against it. Didn't actually care. I really like her. She kills stuff really well. And I stole my grandson's shiny snow point stick of power/killing thing. Have no idea where I am now. But as long as I have cigarettes in hell and the girl and the shiny pointy stick, I'm ok.