KHanson25
The seasons come, the seasons go. For him, there was one season, all year round, and for him it was killing. Hunting down the bad guys, the killers, rapists all of them. He brought them to justice and face the Lord, the judge.
"Sate? What the hell kind of name is Sate?" He asked.
"Well if you're going to be a dick about it then fuck you." Sate replied angrily
"Are you a stripper?" He asked still confused about her name.
He put his controller down, sick of the mass murder that his game was filled with. He wanted something more, something real. Letting out a sigh he stood up and went outside, the first time in a long time to actually do something, not just to go to the bus stop or anything like that.
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