{anarchism details; 017}
Went back to Celo for business an' stock needs. Though there's only so much y'can take when all tha's in your hand is a duffle bag.
Tensions are tigh' an' high, wit' all these ARMA 'round. Hell, I saw some Arceos make their damn ugly appearances in some places. Fuckin' devils, those things/people are.
Th' only thing I saw tha' I know s'goin' to change th' tides was th' sigh' of a kid holdin' an AK-47 in th' streets. Fuck if I know where he got tha' shit, but he was fuckin' mowin' down a whole unit of ARMA 'fore their brains started workin' an they started t'shot back.
Know wha' it's like t'see a ten year old brat wit' fifty somethin' bullet holes in his body?
Stuff of fuckin' nightmares is wha' it is.
Fuckin' government. Fuckin' Curia.
Fuckin' pieces of shit.