“EoD” Segment 3 (3 of 3)

“EoD” Segment 3 (3 of 3)

I’m here, Reno baby. The, place, to, be. It’s my kind of town, but it’s not my kind of day. The dying Slaver told me they were bringing my sister here, to auction her off in one of the casinos to the richest pimp. As I ripped what jaw he had left, I remember the Slaver telling me that I would never find her, unless it was raped dead in a ditch. I ate my radscorpion off of his jaw bone that night; it wasn’t one of my proudest moments. But it made me feel a whole heck of a lot better. I’m trying to find a place to park, but nowhere looks safe enough. There’s a nigger with a gold fucking tooth asking me if I want to pay for safe parking…What a moron I thought, who the fuck is goin’ to leave their car to a dealer? The black man behind him tells me to park out in the wastes and walk in. I do that.

Continues…

April 3rd 2014

WARNING! GRAPHIC CONTENT FROM HERE ON OUT.