Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

On Grisworld

Lo to be tough and handsome
Lo to be the best shooter ever
Lo to be Grisworld, Best raider ever

The end

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

When I watched the mushroom clouds rising, I thought that it was someone's sick joke. I'd prayed for something to wipe away the debt, but this was not what I had in mind.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.