Hey, who are you? Why are you bothering me? Oh, you wanna know about me?
I'm a post apocalyptic survivor, shooting my way out, you know, mixing things up a little. I live in the dreadful wasteland of Canada, in the almost abandoned city of BC. I wake up every morning, put on my boots, load my shotgun, and go take a ride in my old pickup truck and get a bite to eat. Ridding each and every hated, emasculated, mutated, radiated scum on this planet. You in or out, 'cause I can use someone like you.
Why are you still here? Get off my property before I shoot you in the face. Go on, get, go, get lost.
