4:15 pm
As I suspected, Echo wasn’t a one-off, he truly is a dick olympian. After following him for a couple of days, I realized there was no way Echo wasn’t going to be a guest. My first water take down which made for an impromptu guest suite. It was pretty easy actually, I hid out on Echo’s boat and when he came aboard I hit him with the stun gun, threw the lines and headed out. Well out of sight of anything and anyone, I woke Echo up to the last day of his life. Unluckily for Echo, he had a spear gun on the boat. Thank you. I think by the time our session was over, Echo regretted taking up the hobby. The rage sure liked it though and will have to continue the tradition. Since I was in a sea faring mood and body disposal was called for, I went fishing. I told you business and pleasure. Echo made for great bait and you won’t believe it, I caught my first shark!
Once I had no more bait, I got into the dingy and sunk Echo’s boat. I hated to see her go down, she was a wonderful floating ops center, but forensic countermeasures call for sacrifice. The rage likes the sea, very peaceful…when the screaming stops.
So, judging from the comments and three quarters of them asking about my new lady friend, I see that you are all a bunch of romantics. Here I am giving you a blow by blow of some graphic violence that video games and TV try so hard to market to you and all you want to know is if I am falling in love. That makes me feel a little less worried for the future of humanity. I hope you know by now that I consider myself a gentleman….of sorts…and a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Unfortunately there has been no kissing to speak about, but I sure have imagined it quite a bit. I think we may have to remain star crossed almost lovers though, the last time I let those feelings enter my soul they were violently torn out leaving nothing but a gaping hole and the rage was all that remained. A man can dream though.