- Messages
- 25
- Reaction score
- 13
- Points
- 170
The dreaded moment comes, Your batch is halfway grown, Your excited for the money and then you hear the sounds of a lockpick. Your heart races as you reach for your gun, Locking yourself in the room with the drugs, You aim your weapon at the door and take a deep breathe, The door flies open and 3 people come barreling into the room and shoot you down. You are dead, Your batch & Firearm are now gone. WWYD.
(This is just for fun
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(This is just for fun
