Jan 23, 2008 01:18
My name is Alec McDowell (Or X5-494, but numbers went out with Concentration Camps. They're so last century.) and I'll be your multi-million dollar government conspiracy for the evening.
Seriously. I'm your tax money at work. Well spent if you ask me. And if you don't agree? Your tough luck, 'cause I don't care. I can bench press a Buick which mean I can take you.
I plan to live fast, die old and leave a beautiful corpse. I'd like to go in a fiery explosion if at all possible. Odds are I'll be shot as a rebel leader though. There are worse ways to go. I could list at least twelve off the top of my head.
I live in this lovely bit of real-estate called Terminal City. Admittedly the protestors do lower curb appeal, but all in all it ain't to bad. Or at least, it's ours and that make it pretty prime to the Free Trangenia Now movement. We got ourselves electricity and running water? What else could a growing Freak Nation ask for?
A fuck of a lot, but that's besides the point.
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