Seconds turns into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years...................Heeeey, hold up, you sure love stressing yourself into reading long compiled nuisance. You still wanna see years into decades, centuries and aeons? Am sure your answer is yes. So let’s rewind, to the last time I wrote, go wake up your imaginations, because its gonna be a long and bumpy ride. A nice ride tho, not the uncensored ones for adults. 

It’s been a long way coming, since the opening up of territories, the rate of crime in CE skyrocketed by more than a hundred percentage, if i bought it as a stock, i do be in massive gain now.

How are the mighty fallen, a word made for AP, don’t come for my head pls, already given my abductors half of it, I gotta make use of the rest. Not long after I made my first post, AP got divided, as other power house in it sort another roof to stay within. Sonet left the game, rl issues. A legend in my book, even though we mostly don’t know him, heard he never attacked anyone except the guy that tried to mug him. Well he told his story, don’t know how true it is. We never heard the other side of the story. 

The little disbanding of AP, birthed Harmacy. I will take a bite off you from a different angle, let’s move on. Harmacy started off as Jazzek’s little project. A little child born out of care, a new mutant made for war, but still got a lot to learn. It got nurtured, feed with violence, accumulated points for damages to be done. As Harmacy grew, so does the speculation that it’s AP’s little weapon of warfare, speculations are speculations.  We all got to notice that AP wasn’t really the daredevil as they were made out to be at first, as the waking toddler took its first leap of faith at AP. Now this is war. Welcome to CE ladies and Gentlemen. The child has taken its first step to glory, the present spartan has made a great stride. It took its first bite at the biggest gamer in the room, Jab must be disappointed that War  General Sonet detest war and will have no hand in anything to do with it. One man can’t make up a barrack, as AP was striped of their territory. 

The rest of the territory were claimed by other cartels. We saw hands changing hands day by day, as mostly another cartel comes up to reclaim a territory after its cooldown. 

Who sells pen please, mine’s running out, guess I can easily find a bullet and Grenade in you all pockets than a pen to enlighten you. I will have to write with my blood then. FBI can easily make tons of $$$ from CE citizens, those guys are bunch of illegal arms carrier. But why bust a place where you can’t get out alive. CE in Bolivia, torn between imaginary Mexico and USA. CE sounds better, maybe I can find Diablo when I travel to Bolivia. American countries must have been from the descendant of the first man that committed crime on earth, that should be cain. Damn, we all living must have been the same place. 

My journey takes a deep dive where Harmacy started causing mayhem. Diablo quickly found a way to calm them, as he told them that a five man team can’t man a  territory, damn Where’s your soldiers. Go get some loyal armies you can all tell lies about paying them and protecting their families, while you swoop in all the fertile products of the land. I already ticked out Harmacy in my book as a forgotten Cartel, a promising baby who didn’t live up to its expectations. But damn Jazzek got brains going with his bulky nature. Surely every woman’s dream, I do be *** for him already, but surprise surprise, am a guy and am made for war. I do really need to ask TheUnholy what he was promised, maybe he was threatened, or he sold. Am sure he wouldn’t feel threatened, he was sweet talked, let’s live it at that. Not long before that, The Harmacy came into play again and it took another shape, same name and lager army, the mission is complete Diablo. I reclaimed my territory. I will surely miss seeing the name fresh pigeon, guess it’s no longer fresh, it died of complications that comes with old age. I will light a candle and drink to it’s memories. 

Diablo added a thrown weapon to attacks, who told you grenades reduce agility, guess you didn’t graduate from a military school, cos the last time I unpinned a Grenade in my mother’s kitchen. We slept outside for a full month. My cat lost it’s leg and head that day. For Diablo’s Grenade to reduce only agility, the new weapon store in town must be selling prototype for amateurs.

Will sure be long before we see the first cartel war take place, so my lovely cartel can have its shiny badge of glory attached to it. Maybe I can show it off to Arsenal, so they will know how a medal looks like. 

Let’s live in violence till my pen drops again. I need to go smoke on the patio....

Great stuff as always brother

The king has returned!!!! Love reading the stories mate keep em coming when you can!!!

Haha, I love it :-)

Beautiful  

Beautifully written! 

glad to see ya found some time for it gj

I'll be honest I felt like I had a stroke half way through, but the feeling was replaced by enlightenment as I kept reading till the end ??

But in seriousness, I always look forward to your posts so keep it up Deathwave