Run while you can.
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Last published Fri, Jul 28, 2017
I change my name regularly. I will fight and kill for my family. I will crush skulls with my bare hands if you touch my brothers in any bad way, although you would die the moment you upset Conner.
The military are corrupted.
The government are evil.
For my kind to survive, we need to stick together, otherwise there would be no hope.
But if we chose to, we could take over this country, hands down.
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