Russian Roulette

Nation,

Pulsar and I have much to inform you of, it has been one crazy fucking week.

Lets begin.

The hood has been sporadic this week, keeping us on our toes, scrambling in a frenzy. Indeed, she has been one crazy emotional wrecking ball. Stay on your heels my friends, or you could be next. The week opened up in a shit storm when the hood called us intoxicated and upset. It seems everyone knew what Pulsar and I had discussed weeks before; She was still stuck on the A-1 Carbine. Understandable. It was after all the weapon of choice for her for a long time. Sure, the ammo would occasionally jam, and sometimes when the hood was pinned down in the line of fire and needed the Carbine to perform, it would fail. "Once" she told me " I was at target practice and the carbine still couldnt hit it like i needed it to". Nation, this is simply tragic.

Anyways, the hood was intoxicated and she had been wounded. She explained to us that she had been playing Russian Roulette at a bar with some of the local soldiers and their cheap south asian hookers. She was extremely wounded and needed medical evac, ASAP. Pulsar and I told her to stand her ground and we rallied the Rocket. In no time we were though, but good god, was she deeply wounded. It was painful to our ears to hear her pain. We were also very confused, how did this happen? She looked deep into my eyes and gazed longly at Pulsars bulging crotch and told us, " I have been playing Russian Roulette with the Beretta"

For those of you who dont know what Russian Roulette is, let me explain. Its the process of holding a Beretta toward your head in attempts to solve your problems. You have a 50.01% chance to survive when playing alone. The hood, in an attempt to solve her problems, her distress, turned to this. The result was horrible.

We took the hood back to the medical facility and Pulsar stripped her down and attempted to give her surgery. It appeared the hood had taken a bullet directly in the left ass cheek and her breast, or so Pulsar thought. I also released the Hood had lice, as her head was apparently very itchy and needed constant scratching.

It was a long night, we fought the asians off untill 730 in the morning, when I lit enough asians on fire for Pulsar to stumble into his car and get Hoodhood to the yellow submarine for evac out of the hot zone.

Now, three days later, we scour the city for the person responsible for attacking our hood. This creature has an inflated nose, a deceptive body, an incredibly annoying voice, and is known by the codename "butterface".

Here is her mug shot.

Keep your eyes open nation, keep your eyes open.

This is the Box,

Saying so long island of Cytherea, so long.

State Of my missile: shriveled and cold