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 around and that shit was now more bombing, two sticks of dynamite goodness fireworks to this funny named bastard's letterbox, Fagerstrom got it coming. It flew to shit. Then i had to take a poop, its fun to take a shit with fun thoughts in your brain like blewing up shit and the shit went out, definitely not in. Then we had to gas up the rad mobile, the label on the gas attendant said Jaxon. Jaxon would do the dirty penetrive deed of filling up the tank. Then we were off. Into the madness, shooting fireworks out of the car into nearby field, it set on fire, fire that would warm up the world. My back felt fine, trousers ready to kick. I felt like king of the world. Kind of.

We went looking for a gang to get some loose dosh. Driving some narrow streets some graffiti said ”Nuclear warheads ready to strike” I felt it inside me, yes, we were the warheads and the targets would feel the nuclear warheads falling on their cursed bodies. There was a big bridge. Nothing much around it expect ruins, some empty buildings and small bar with bikers down the bridge. We got in positions, Redstag with an assault rifle with scope and i with bazooka, three of them and my new rifle i gotten earlier for a good price, i had tested it on our way. The big backpatch had skull and crossbones, the slogan said Crackheads. I took one bazooka, shooted it at the door, Redstag was scopind and dropping them mafuckas, second bazooka went thru the window and hit some gas canister and it exploded a hole to the roof some tiles flying. I got the rifle out and hit the guy running away in his back, suddenly it was quiet expect someone screaming among the ruins of bar, Redstag started shooting like crazy at the door opening and the screaming stopped. The front had one guy dead near bikes, death and doom was inbound. We scurved down after packing the last bazooka.

I called a guy i knew from my old past who would handle the bikes, big bikes, loud pipes haha. We started loading up them big wheels. It was lot of work, he called his man and two men came with a van and they knew this kind of deep shit. The bikes looked rad and promoted the fact. Man was rather dismal creature and we took care of it that it wasn't so. We gathered up the guns first, assault rifle, two hi-capas. Inside there was death and misery inbound, but we found grenades, i even took the whisky collection, Redstag took Hendrixxx gin that was expensive as sin, it had crazy root in it that made people act up in fun way. There were three money boxes we paid the motor people with tools they had in the back section that they had to bag up and load up the gas cylinders with welding equipment.