Interests: Collecting, reading, gaming, and meming.Quote:
Likes: Star Wars, Final Fantasy, Memes
Dislikes: Most everything else.
"Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer." - Javik
The past came back to haunt me, the Terminator had found me. Victor is relentless in his quest to say howdy. I ran far, and I ran fast, but nowhere is safe from him. I took off the clothes that were weighing me down and sought refuge in the lake. It worked, I was safe, but only for a time. He was determined to confront me. It wasn't long before he began pushing his luck by making his way into the lake. Once he learned that he was in over his head, literally, he turned around to try and escape, but it was too late. The water had him wrapped around its finger. The harder he squirmed, the deeper into the water he went. Soon, he was trapped in his watery grave, condemned to be fully conscious as his housing rusted away and his components began to fry. With the peace of mind knowing that Victor will die in agony years from now, I stopped by the Gun Runners to sell weapons I didn't need and to buy explosives.