Insectville was a warm and charming mid-west community, one of those that leave doors open at night and everybody know everybody little society. You used to describe it as "so sweet that made you vomit, drink bleach and literally gave you cancer".
After 4 combat tours (Radio Operator, -1 confirmed kills) going back home wasn't easy - you knew the dooms day was coming, it was just a matter when.
As cheerful as you were, despite all your flaws, community welcomed you back with open hands, you started your life once again, settled down, wife, kids and barbeques.
Having joyful life didn't shatter your insticts a bit, you kept stacking a stash of ammo & guns in the basement.
Sunday evenings with your former marine buddies, throwing cans on your neighbour's lawn, calling him piece of trash, pulling him out of house, giving him a free waterboarding eperience - You all had sincere laugh - this just couldn't last forever.
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