After the last few days, I thought the blood thirst had finally swept
over me, but the Ghost
picked me up and threw my spirit through the shaolin wall, bringing me
to my senses.
Now it feels like I’m going to have to cut off my arm so I can escape
from the mouth of snakepit madness.
It’s hard to explain but it’s going to be painful now, but much, much
That doesn’t mean that the blood and the nerves screaming out for me to
stop as I cut deeper isn’t the most disturbing thing , what’s more
disturbing is that I have to do it, and that that arm will grow back
stronger than ever…
Till next time, black ops – amber alert.