Ever since word of my supposed suicide mission to kill all the Reavers hit the freqs, I've been receivin' lots of personal transmissions as of late. Usually I'll delete a message after the first sentence 'cause they're always askin' the same thing. You know, like how big is my 阴茎 (HUGE) or do I plan to take pictures of me with my shirt off (NO!) or do I like it when I get my back tickled (that's my business). LEAVE ME ALONE! DANG!
I was just about to punch up the delete sequence again when I got notice of
this note from the folks at Subspace Soldier of Fortune asking me about new weapon ideas.
"Rock on" he says??? Heck yes I'll be rockin' on right their way. No doubt in my mind! I have this idea for a mag-discharge machine gun with a built-in cup holster for my drink of choice. The Reavers won't know what hit 'em -- and I won't be thirsty!
