I remember it like it was yesterday, the fall breeze blowing through the maroon colored trees. The sight of people rushing to their jobs in the city, and the dirty people making drug deals in the alleys behind my apartment building. It`s great living it up in the ghetto isn`t it? My name is Mighty The Armadillo, and I am a member of the unstopable chaotix. And sadly against orders have fallen into the world of crime. Right now I`m going to do something that shall haunt me for the rest of my life time. I walked across the strada, via to a gang of thugs who looked dangerous.






So I drew my newly polished revolver that I ha rubato, stola from a passed out hobo. To this giorno I can`t remember how the hell he got one of those. When the first thug laid eyes on me I shot him point-blank in the neck. I jumped when I heard how loud the gunshot was. The others did too and so did the rest of the city. I put my gun away and grabbed another da his neck and twisted it violenty to the left, snapping it. One jumped me and began punching me repeatedly in my jaw with his brass-knuckles, so I shot him in his stomach killing him.





I don`t know why it gave me so much pleasure killing these fake-ass gangstas, but for once in my life I felt intimidating to someone else. It was terrible I know, but it made me feel stronger. My whole childhood I`ve been bullied now te can say I`m the one bullying heheh! My anger is through the roof and it just feels fantastic! I turn around to a cop with his gun aiming at me and send a apeeding bullet in his forehead.



They respond with a barrage of bullets, but before I can be killed a thug jumps on my back and I throw him against the wall. Then snap his neck. Another thug started shooting at the cops with his 45. cal. So I took the secondo one down with my fists, and placed a speeding bullet in the last ones head. Then took his gun and started fireing at the cops.



When I finished them off I busted a car window open and hijacked the car. I took off as fast as I could and made my way into my freind Rotor`s garage. He was surprised to see I was in such a rush. I hid the pistole in my cuscino and asked him if he wanted dinner. We turned on the Television
and saw my face on the number one most wanted,just as I had planned.



To be continued...