How did you come to be at QBN? Tell us the story, no matter how dull.
How did you come to be at QBN? Tell us the story, no matter how dull.
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I had just come back from ‘Nam and was on my way to visit an old friend, when i was stopped and harassed by the local sherriff. He and his goons wrestled me back to the station, where one of them attempted to shave me with a safety razor ‘cause he didn’t like my hair. I lost it, unleashing my fury, fueled by the horrors i saw during my service, and the anger i felt for these simpleton fucks. Before I knew it it was a full-on manhunt. I ducked into a nearby forest where i used my hard-earned survival skills to pick them off one-by-one using various traps and strategies learned from the Vietnamese people. I narrowly escaped with my life, but at what cost?