text: Before Jim can do anything, you take the initiative and splatter Clyde all over Ramon, and Dan.
  
  "SHIT! MY BOOTS!" Ramon yells. Dan doesn't say anything, he just falls backwards on his ass, fumbling to get out his own pistol. Another blast near him, stops him from pursuing that line of action though. Jim has pulled out his own weapon and is now pointing it at you. You're not worried.
  
  "Stop talkin' about killin' and just fuckin' do it." You say calmly.
  "Oh we're gonna stop talking alright, and the killing will be continuing with YOU!"
  "Still talkin'. How about we see how much of a bad ass you claim you are?"
  
  You toss away your shotgun and step out of your home, pulling a big ass knife from a sheath attached to your waist. No don't have any fear whatsoever.
  
  "Holy shit Jim this motherfucker's crazy!" Ramon shouts backing away.
  "I don't give a shit, this dickhead wants to play it this way, I'm more than willing to oblige."
  
  Jim tosses his pistol away and pulls out a knife as well, at which point you grab the pistol from your back. You shoot Dan in the head first, knowing that he's currently still the biggest threat, then you quickly shoot Jim in both of his legs.
  
  "ARRGH! FUCK! TREACHEROUS BASTARD!" Jim says holding on to his kneecaps.
  "Aww, look at that, looks like you won't be able to ride either; you know what that means... that's right."
  "Ramon kill this fucker!" Jim yells, but Ramon's already run off to get on his motorcycle. He manages to get it started and go a couple feet, before your bullets to his back cause him to fall off and dump the bike which skids out of control and slide noisily across the empty road. Ramon's still alive, but he's not going anywhere, you turn your attention back to Jim, who's attempting to retrieve his weapon, but you prevent that from happening with a couple more shots.
  
  Finally you go back over to Ramon's bloody limp body. He begs for his life pitifully.
  
   "Please... don't... shoot... me... "
  "I'm not; I've wasted too many bullets on you fucktards this day; I'll be finishing you off with my knife."
  
  Four more bodies. While these types at first seemed like "kindred spirits" they really weren't. They were just more victims. You hack off their heads and put them on stakes as is your routine. You place them a little further from your home this time, as if to stretch out your "domain" a little more.
  
  After this distraction, you go back to your usual solitary existence of talking to yourself and laughing at your own macabre jokes.
  
  4 more years pass... 
  
  It's been five years since you embraced your mad hermit ways. Over the years you haven't had many visitors, at least not directly. You started getting bored and began venturing a bit further from your home, not too far though. For the most part you never really found anybody, except the odd bandit, or lone wanderer. You started torturing most of these people before killing them. Not for entirely for pleasure, but more for information, since you began to get curious about what else was going on in the world, or at least in your area, you found most of the information fascinating.
  
  Apparently to a few towns, this area is considered a dangerous area inhabited by mutant cannibals and everyone advises all right thinking people to stay away! Nobody thinks it's just one person killing everyone. Some how that fills you with pride.
  
  However, you also hear about some new organization called The Combine, attempting to "tame" the wasteland. It seems they're in some sort of war with another organization called the Cybernetic Evolution. From what you heard, neither one seems to be a shining beacon of light in this dark world, and that sort of reassures you too. It means that civilization won't be making a come back anytime soon, you LIKE the way things are.
  
  Of course there are drawbacks, to the strongest of the fittest ideology and that's the fact there's usually someone always stronger; one day you get more direct visitors again. This time you're awakened by the sounds of a couple of vehicles and several people. You prepare you weapons and head upstairs, watching from your peephole before acting.
  
  You see a bunch of paramilitary types; they're armed and look a lot more prepared for combat than your past visitors.
  
  "Whoa! Watch that trap Steve! This whole area seems to be filled with them."
  "Roger, why the hell are we here anyway? We should be fighting those fucking cyborgs. We've got them on the run!"
  "Because Harry said the towns around this area are worried that due to their loss in man power from the current war, they'll be defenseless from the mutant cannibals that live here."
  "Since when does Harry give a shit about the Combine citizens?"
  "I dunno Leonard; he doesn't... though I have noticed a slight change in his personality ever since he hooked up with Marina. He's slightly less of an asshole now that he's getting some every once in awhile. Shit, I'm glad he sent us here, I was sick of killing cyborgs. Mutants would be a nice change of pace. Probably easier to take out as well."
  "I don't even think there's any mutants here. I mean come on, some of you guys went to the city, and other than there and a few of them wandering around the outskirts, have you ever heard of any organized mutant presence anywhere else? It's probably just a really vicious biker gang, look at those bikes over there."
  "Well that's a good point Vivica, but I doubt if its simple raiders or bikers. Those types actively attack towns, not linger in one place, though I suppose it's possible."
  "You know what I think? I think its just one crazy fucker killing people in the area. I mean look at all the vehicles here. If it was mutants OR raiders, we would've come across some of them by now, and besides, since when do either extensively use traps? Nah, this is some sort serial killer survivalist. He's probably listening to us right... "
  
  You open up the door and blast the current talkative Combine soldier with your shotgun, spraying his skull and brains all over the place.
  
  "RUN!" Robert shouts, as all of them scatter. The one called Leonard scatters in the wrong direction though and falls into a pit trap. From his screams it sounds like the sharpened poles inside didn't kill him immediately.
  
  The Combine soldiers hide behind the various vehicles and fire upon your position, but you've already closed and locked the door at this point, staying low to the ground as bullets begin finding their way into your home.
  
  After the barrage of bullets, things go silent for a moment You look through your peephole only to see them all throwing grenades at your home! You immediately retreat to the backroom of the store, as the grenades explode behind you giving the Combine soldiers a way in.
  > fight them off right here
  Since these fuckers like throwing grenades, going underground would be unwise. You begin hollering in pain like the initial blast injured you.
  
  "Arrrrgh! My arm! Shit! My leg! No!" you shout as loud as you can.
  
  "Get that bastard who killed Reggie! I'm goin' in to finish him off!"
  "Hold on get back here! Damn it Steve!"
  
  Steve runs in the store looking around for you through the smoke left from the explosions. He finds you just in time for you blast him in the crotch, you barely have time to take cover yourself, when the rest of the Combine soldiers come blazing away behind him. They toss more grenades into the back room where you're hiding, instinctively you throw one of them back and then jump down the trap door hatch as you narrowly avoid yet another explosion, you also hear a few more yelps of pain, sounds like an explosion got some of them as well.
  
  You still don't feel comfortable being underground like this though, in fact the couple explosions from above, result in some creaking and debris falling. You don't want to be here in case this thing starts collapsing on you. You climb back up and the whole store is smoky now, well what's left of it, half of the front is a gaping hole now exposed to the elements.
  
  You hear a groaning Combine soldier, and pull your pistol to finish him off. This noise draws attention however.
  
  "THERE! SHOOT THE BASTARD!"
  
  A Combine soldier snipes you from afar with a powerful rifle when he catches your movement, still it's smoky so he doesn't get a clear head shot, and only catches you in the shoulder, however you've got really big hole in your arm now. You collapse to the floor and drop your pistol.
  
  "I got him! Vivica! Albert! Go in!" Roger shouts.
  
  You still have some strength left, and you're not going down this easy. You pull out your knife, stand up and charge through the smoke.
  
  "YAAAAAARGH!" you scream and tackle into the first Combine soldier approaching, jamming the knife deep into their stomach and pushing upwards. You look at the face of your victim, it's the female one. You lick her face as the brief flash of life begins to ebb from her eyes.
  
  "Oh shit, that fuckin' gives me a hard on." you whisper to her before she dies.
  "Holy Fuck! Shoot him! Shoot him!" Albert screams seeing his comrade killed right next to him.
  
  The other remaining Combine soldiers do fire on you, and you take multiple bullets to the body, before taking once last murderous act of stabbing Albert in the back when he attempted to run from you and get out of the way of the fire of his fellow Combiners.
  
  Finally Roger finishes you off with a clear shot to your head, exploding half of it. Oddly in your transition to death you hear one last thing.
  
  "Holy shit, that was fuckin' brutal. We coulda used a guy like him during the Cyborg siege of Fort Justice!"