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 graffiti and awful characters, i fucked off to a better area. And i needed a strong drink. There was a bar called Raw Dog and it had a mascot dog with sunglasses and a hat. On the wall there was a gun and it had Fag Enabler encraved on the thing. I sit down at the bar. I talked to a gay truck driver, he was keen on pitstops, blowjobs and ass. Our thing rippled down after that and i wasn't gay anyhow. Good metal started playing duu du duu dii di dii. I ordered some bourbon, this day was gonna get hazy. One two three shots, my eyes twitched a bit and got wet, more more screamed the body and head followed. One two three shots more, over the barrell, under the arm. Skull and bones started to look friendly on the wall. Death and more death, that's what i brought in sacks full of guns. I needed to get new guns, fun guns, torturous devices, maybe less deadly for getting info. I put on my radifier and kicked the bar's door off it's hinges, it was old anyway but i had to run. Fucking hell this thing was strong now.

I run my way to the gun store near by. Kicked the door in hahaa.

”Best guns only”

”Okay, what you need”

”This and that i feel like im almost on crack, super energized”

”What the fuck”

”Radifier, take look at this baby”

I showed him back of my head with the shiny Radifier unit.

”Okay you got your fancy shit”

”Well yeah”

”I need stunner, autoshotgun and a mean trench knife”

”Okay so we Cold stone stunner 3000, it could fry a pig”

He took out this real nasty looking stun gun that would shoot 2 darts.

”Yes, then the shotgun”

”Ripper from russia will do the trick.”

This Ripper was a regular ak-like autoshotgun without sights.

”I need a halo for this one, you got a one?”

”Yes, we got Take-a-looksie 66.”

”Nice and a cute name”

”Yes yes, you can rip a guy up in all fancy style of flesh flying, cats howling and shit flying to the wall and back”

”Then the knife”

He took out big knife that had an rubber handle.

”Yes, now the deal, how about bazooka on top of this.”

”We have pack of 3 for 3k petros.”

”Okay and all of it will be?”

”The shotgun 1k, stunner 500, trenchknife 100 and bazookas 3k, that will be, i have calculate”

He took out and old calculator. And got 4600.

”Okay you got the trench knife for free so 4500 petros”

Cha-ching said the cash machine and i was off with my new stuff, i packed in a 50 petros black bag and left. I had a long nice cigarette, they were called Benjamins and had money filter. What they filtering? Lung cancer, that's cash money. That's the slogan. I needed scary stuff to keep peace about. And i would bring that peace by piece. Chunks now flying, into the pan, nice butter in hand, rosmarine.

I needed a third shooter for the bazookas, my plan was to crash the old man's party with bazookas, maybe and old marine would do the job. After securing the guns to my home, i went bar hopping. First nip of alchol from the shop, getting some bourbon, The Bullet would fit the scene. With nice smooth rich taste, i started to wonder were commercials turned on this radifier device. And turned it off.

An ugly lanky guy approached me.

”Psst... take a look at this”

”What”

He showed me a gun that was purple and black

”This is a goo gun, it shoots goo and you can stop a guy”

”Not interested, i need destructive devices”

The guy left with his sneakers blinking. Running into a new deal, what an entrepreneur. Anyway off i went, into the darkness. Into to the eye of the fire. Into the metroplex of my home city. Graffiti inbound, smelly streets, even pissy customers going in and out of the city's heart. One graffiti said get stinky, i wondered why. Anyhow I needed new boots. I went shopping and got Cybertech Combats for good 300 petros, they were new matte blacks and i felt happy. Old ones i threw into garbage, they were worn down white sneakers i stole when i was drunk. I put on the radifier. Marching on, ONWARDS BRETHREN! This thing was getting loud again. I really started to march, one two three. And then settled down a lil bit to walk normal. I saw some slavs.

”Evening gentlemen, you got anything to sell”

”Check this shit out”

He whips out a b-movie looking gun thang that said Mind Meddler.

”So what does it do”

”All kind of fucked up shit like turning your world into sunshine, screwing up your head like you are on another planet etc”

”Interesting.”

”Im taking it, how much”

”500 petros”

”Deal”

I looked at my shiny new Mind Meddler. I had to test it out to some goon or something.

”Bite my mighty new metal ass” said the cyborg near me. Hmm... i bet his metal brain would not meddle.

”What's up”

”Nothing expect this metal ass” he started to hump the air

”Okay, not my fringe, bye”

”Haha so long sucker of non-metal ass”

”So long metal ass”

So this was metal ass, the famous cyborg artist around here. There was graffiti that celebrated his presence and he always talks about ass. Few kicks to the air would do me good. Kicking and screaming i came to the world and kicking i went my way into the world. No more flying on my ass. Just a kick kick kick this world to it's face. And that's how the world goes around, now! Tall handsome guy was around the corner, he seemed like he had nowhere to go.

I did a cool kick and said hi.

”Hello, what's up”

”Not much, no much at all, what there is to do in this ready to go world”

”Everything and all. Grandious time ahead, wanna join in?”

”What are you, a poof?”

”No, kickass”

”No, kickass, just alcoholism, name's Johnny Thunderfuck”

”Interesting name, you fucked someone up or down.”

”I ain't shitting you, i fuck men and take names, and the name stays as long as i hangaround here, then it changes, oh it does”

”Oh the mystery”

”Yes, im mysterious or maybe i fuck too much where i sleep, benches, bushes, onwards to bed and so forth”

”Well that's not that mysterious any longer”

”Oh it is, look deep into my eyes”

The fuck, his eyes started twirling, twisting and turning in a spiral.

”I got a bad feeling about this man, man”

”Drugas, you interested?”

”What's you got”

”Street speed, LSD, meth and hydro.”

”What's hydro?”

”It slows time but actually you just get faster for 30 seconds.”

”Interested”

”One canister is 50 petros”

”Nice, new stuff, ill take 5”

”Deal”

”The gas in hydro is old thought but works”

I went home with plastic bag full of hydro. I had to test this Mind Meddler, settings said happy, sad, mystery and meltdown. I would test happiness on myself ZOOM the device said and i felt happy for good 30 minutes. I guess the thing worked and i plugged it in, it was a battery device so it had to be done. Then the hydro, WOOSH there was sparkle in my eye. Everything slowed down, things seemed ethereal, my hand moved slow, i shot some shots with my target practice gun, i seemed to aim fine. Pellets flying slowed down, this shit really worked. Then it went down and i didn't feel downside other heart pumping like crazy and it mellowed out.