captain robert cross.

if i'm going "hard mode" on that punk-ass germ i'm not telling him when my grenade launcher needs ammo because i want to see him struggle and lose. my impeccable ability to adapt (better than he ever could) lets me shut the fuck up when i clown on him.

first of all, it's captain to you. second of all, yelling when you are out of ammo and very venerable to upcoming attacks is good warfare tactics and lets your squad know when to cover you.

everyone keeps asking if i've thrown my phone into a nuclear power plant disposal site. i have not.

you're quite observant. don't take that as a complement.

also, don't tell me what to do.

i take pics of my food. it looks like shit. i also take pics of any blackwatch troops that pass by, but that's for taking them down later. since i'm feeling personable and extraordinarily nice, here's a pic:

like i said, looks like shit.

i prefer taking pictures of things that would cause a certain dana mental anguish and emotional harm. like above ha ha ha.

if i were to get out of this god-forsaken city and get some peace and fuckng quiet, i'd take pics of fish i catch. used to hook huge ones back in michigan. didn't have such amazing cameras back then, LOL. i don't care about the fish when they're not on a hook. i can catch a mean muskie.

fly fishing. but there's some bull law about water quality so i use the bathtub. no fish yet LOL.

otherwise i'm hacking into bw databases, taking down connections, rerouting supplies. that's intel ill spare if ur a bw informant. i'm using a vpn (nord) to firewall my motherboard so there's no chance of u getting into my database.

can't fish in this goddamned city anymore. water's all red and smells funny. lockdown keeps me from driving out and finding better spots, and they put out a warning to not eat the local fish. goddamnit.

how is that sad. i'm just built different. and better. LOL.