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This is The Bagman. If you haven't already heard of me, well, it's about time! I help run my affiliate site "www.anarchygames.com" Thre I am responsible for the ranting and yelling. for those new to me, I live in the great "Tip O' The Mit" of michigan and i'm insane (in the membrane)
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Here is a little story I wrote. Enjoy and/or die!
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I’m writing this as a declaration, a declaration of my eternal war with the rules and regulation that we killed thousands to obtain and many more than that have died defending. Though the rules are still written, they are not there, they have been so twisted and perverted that the rules we once regarded as freedom have now become the exact opposite. As I sit here now, I find that the entire world I once knew has crumbled and broken away from my reality. Life, as I once knew it, used to be happy, filled with youth and promise. Then as I grew up, society and government took it from me, not like a playground bully takes a kids favorite toy and snaps it in half, more like cancer taking the life from a person and their family. Slowly it drains and festers and gets more and more grotesque until it finally kills it’s host and then dies off its self, no longer having a healthy host to leech off of it decays into no existence. That is how they took my life, my happiness and my reason to exist.
So, now I sit here, in total delusion and anger, I have nothing left to do except begin to ponder…what if I could change my life, make it better, and some how get what’s truthfully mine, my right to happiness! That’s my plan, I’m going to destroy everything they know and love, just like they did to me. With my new plan in mind I need supplies. But in order to get supplies I need some cash. With them taking all my friends, and connections, that left me with no job and no money of any sort. To give you a better idea of my condition, I’ll give you a slight description of my home and its contents and my personal effects. I live in an abandoned office building, no one knows I live here, and no one cares. I have a bed, 3 shirts, 3 pairs of pants, and my trench coat. I bet you’re wondering what a person in my situation does to arm him self against intruders that mean him harm. I chuckle as I answer this because this is where I take my pride. Under my bed, I have 2 shotguns, both 12 gauge and both modified. One, double barrel, breaking barrel, has had the barrel sawed off so it’s about 14 inches long, as opposed to the stock 28 inches, and the stock carved as to wield it with one hand, and the other, a single shot pump action, is for the most part stock. It had the pump replaced with a pistol grip and had the stock replaced with a pistol grip. Aside from those, I have two 1911 colt .45 handguns, and a compound bow. That’s my security system. I haven’t had to use it yet. For work, I was a currier of sorts, I would be told a name and address, and I was to deliver death upon the intended recipient. Or in lay-mans terms, I was a hit man. Not to be conceded or anything, but I was one of the best. I could snuff out your life from two hundred yards away with my pistol and nothing more than an iron sight and a pension for death. It pains me to say this, but I loved my job. It wasn’t the killing that made me so fond; it was the excitement of hunting one the hardest animals to track and to pinpoint. You see humans, as predictable and stupid as they are, are completely built to not die. They are constructed to survive anything and are completely capable of doing it. I guess it goes with out saying that I have studied humans and understand their mechanics and their thought processes. Back when the world was still there for me, I attended college. I was studying for a business major and aspired to create a massive corporation from the ground up, and in order to do this, I thought I would have to understand my market, so aside from getting a bachelors degree in business, I also got one in the minor of my choice; sociology. I guess the business end of my education is sort of going to waste, as of yet I have not started anything more of a business than what you could call tying up others’ lose ends. As I sit here in my humble dwellings, the broken, burnt out part of Detroit, I had a revelation. It’s time for justice, all those putrid bastards in D.C. care about is who they can fuck over to stay on top. Well, this time, it was the wrong guy; they took away my family, killed my friends and destroyed my life. Usually if you have a problem with the government, you form a group or a party. Not me, I’m doing this for me. Fuck everyone else, they don’t matter to me. They are just mindless drones of the system that has put my in this prison of an existence. It’s time to rise against them and defend my self, and when it’s all done and over, and the dust has settled, I will be there… alone… standing there. I cannot take it anymore, its time to sign a new declaration of independence, for my beliefs, for my life, and for my dreams. I will not be a statistic; I will not be a number. I am not part of the group and I do not wish to blend in. I stand-alone!
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