Gun and a runner

 Chapter 10.0 Then there was Jackson, bastard son of some freak, i took a gun and shove it, straight to his face, his face fell white and he took his money out of his pocket and gave it in. Easy. Illicit substances were bought with that money, more sniffing some bags. Continuous sniffing. Then they took me for a fool, i fooled around indeed in some golden bags of snow. Take me as a man of earth who humanoided up in dirt and grass, few beers and no sorrow indeed. Sentences were shared all along of good willingness, Redstag got rowdy and shot the ceiling. We got into buying rockets and dynamite type fireworks, we get into bombing the living shit out of this town, first, rockets to the valley bellow. Some animals got scared and run away for their liiiii-ves (brutal black metal screaming). Then we got into mailbox bombing, one two three on one go. They exploded into a big fireball of death. Mail was slowly coming down from the air, we quickly run away. Shit that goes around comes ar...

  Chapter 9.0 I went out for a cigarette and looked at stars, the city put lights out in the night for some reason but this really opened up my thoughts. Hoagie, i gotta get a hoagie, luckily i had visited a shop earlier. Cheese a plenty with red onion, mustard and ketchup. Best food of mankind i thought. Simple reciple. I went walking. Creepy guy with moustache approached me, he shined his vampire fangs at me in the moonlight. ”Howdy” ”No” I got quickly inside. The guy got running past me outside. Howling, i wondered what kind of lunatic he was. Maybe i should investigate, he run towards cemetary. I took my Mind Meddler gun that was now loaded and went hunting for a vampire. At the cemetary there indeed was a vampire meetup, damn, more of these fools, i choose mystery mode but i had to get closer. From grave to grave i hopped, jumped and enrolled. I rolled to stations, there was three. One two three i shot, one went blind, one started to dance and the third one w...

 Chapter 8.0 We woke up and went our different ways, it was time to do even more street research. I hit the streets, bar hopping, violently drinking, gossiping and yes, people's brains had been fucked with, usually sober people who went to weird gatherings. Gatherings of all sort, magick, aliens, big foot, political, perversity and even religion. The last one i already knew. I was walking in this ghetto neighbourhood there was some dangerous looking people ahead. There was a punk gang ahead. ”Hey old fuckface, whatcha doing here” ”Nothing, just investigating” ”Investigate this” He pulled out a gun, i saw this in the book, a oldschool ghetto blaster. He shot the street. ”Get the fuck out here, punks rule” ”Wrong” I shot his arm. He started to miss, i jumped to alley and hurt my side. I was ready thought, but they didn't come, i run thru rats, vomit and intense piss that smelled like bacon. Good thing i was only visiting. This place was a hellhole, full of graffit...

 Chapter 7.0 We drove back to the city, we said goodbye to each other and would meet again once healed back up. I watched some movies but i thirsted for more action, maybe a stand-up gig would cheer me up. I got drunk and headed to the show, it was some maniac who was laughing at his own jokes. And then i took bus home, i felt empty after laughing but good. I hope my wound would heal faster, they did good job on the plate. I needed some kickass thought, i went to the shooting gallery the next day to shoot some guns, i even rented a gel head to shoot. Boom bang not even a gang can stop me. Sike. I started to investigate implants again, i had to read some old books because some of this stuff was old and on the cheaper side. I discovered that there was a kickass machine called Radifier. I had to get one. I hit the stores ASAP, i visited Old Fuck's mechanics, he wasn't selling one, but told me about this cool shop called Older Gold Maximier's hardware and shenaningans. It ...