The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

The boys have prepared everything and found me a lamb. Blood will course through the fiberoptics, swirling and blending with the digital, opening the gates of the abyss. Death within arm's reach, the metallic taste of his scythe on my tongue, I will tug at the tangled cables of Fate. A hard reset, a blue screen, a brain reformatted... I'm ready. Luck be with me.

I've got some advice about getting covered in the propulsion gel.... do not get covered in the propulsion gel.