fog settles over iraq. the blistereing heat makes my blals itch. i imagine cortana from halo 3 sucking my dick as i pull the trigger. bam. bam. bam. three a-rabs dead, but how many remain? my eyes scan the horizoen. horizone, lol, its almost like a chemical i know called corrtisone which means maybe its a stero- i wake up in a dark dungon. i was hit on the head with a quran, lol (typical bulshit.. god isnt real morons,,), "lulz welcum to my lair" says the head terorist. "m0nde?????" i taste the name on my lips, salty and disgutsing. "yes its me gendarmes, werent expecting meh ere were you? turns out terror bay nebeded a brides maid at her weding, and here i am,,,"