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| 09 Jan 2015 11:38 PM |
Red 22 F Story: most of my early life I spent time helping others and stealing form others. My mother died when I was young and my father left me to go somewhere else. I learned how to survive in this land. I later met Ricky. He and his family took care of me. They thought me a few things and educated me. I felt like I had a real family. I loved to steal things, it was my thing. So I sneaked into a guarded facility and found a weapon stash. I grabbed myself some knives, tomahawks, quimans, bows, and silencers. I' ex been using some of those weapons every since. Later on in my life, Ricky and I were all by ourselves. We joined the USCPF looking for a job. Most of the USCPF were corrupt and evil. But we're not like them. We helped any people who were in need of assistance. But most avoided us. They think we are those evil rotten-minded soldiers. We still have to follow orders and do what we need to do. I also stole some CDF suits to use when we need it. All we do is try to help others. Most people don't realize not all of us are corrupt. |
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