BHG| recruitment

[versatil]

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--CommID: Russell Jones--
-Ship Details: Manta & BHG Bomber (If needed)

I hate to speak 'bout me. Makes me feel uncomfortable. Her'we go.
I don' remember where I was born. I've never met my father. Mom always told me that I'm gonna die in poverty just because I'm too lazy to do things. Yeah, I hate to work for corporations. Those rich bastards deserves only pain and suffering.
After we moved from Manhattan, NY to L.A. California, I was sixteen years old if I remember correctly... Meh... I've started to rob shops. To sell weed.. To make a livin', ya know?
But those pigs got me. Got me and put me in their freakin' cold jail. With murderers. With freakin' murderers with cold blood and pleasure to kill people. Ya know what I've learned there? I've learned that nothing makes my day better than killing a scum and get paper for it.
Now here I am. After eight years without seeing the light, without seeing a beautiful woman, without feeling nothing except spite and pain, I'm here to join your organization.
Now I'm twenty-four years old, I'm homeless and I'm stuck on LPI Sugarland, Texas system, with two pigs behind me watching me carefully. Heh, hear that: Sugarland. C'mon, come and take me away from this piece of metal and give me an warm fighter cockpit. I swear I'm not goin' to do mistakes. Just give me the target name, I'll take him or her down and I come back for cash. Deal?!
Signed,

Russel Jones aka Ol'Dirty Bastard
*he smiles ironically*

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