Chapter 1

The phone rings, i reluctantly roll over grabbing it "Hello?" "Time to get up private, we've got work to do." He hangs up. I turn over to look at my clock and it's only 2am. I can tell it's already going to be a fun day. After a few cups of coffee, a shower, and dusting off my BDUs, i head out to the usual place that was still open at that ungodly hour. A cyber cafe down the road, that was open the most of 24 hours. "Good morning sleeping beauty!" my Sgt. comments with heavy sarcasm on his voice. My eyes still barely open i sit down. "...what?" i reply "well i figured we could grab some breakfast and get started." I knew exactly what he meant, and i was dreading that day. Whenever Sarge got a stick up his a*s, he'd put us to work in some unorthodox fashion, that usually ended with me breathing for dear life when he hasn't even broken a sweat yet. I guess it would help to describe myself. My stats are as follows: Name: Morgan. Race: White. Height: 5' 8" Weight: 300. Now i know that for most of you military buffs out there that would be a red flag, but ill explain everything later. The main reason sarge kept me around was because of my specialty. Heavy Gunner. I know, you're picturing a big fat dude trying to breathlessly carry around a big a*s gun. Wrong. When it came to my job, i was a whole new man. I wasn't just the fat nerdy gamer i am at home, I'm a strong, lean, mean, "F**K YOU" machine. I may not be the fastest, but i didn't have to be. My target never got far enough to out run me.....

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[Survivor Juggalo]

No it's not finished yet. I don't have a lot of time, so i did what i could.