THE GUN MODELS ARE WINNING!

WE MUST FIGHT THE GUN A.I. AR-15, AK-47, AR-556 and M-16. FLOW THROUGH THE DATA STREAMS! FIND THEM. HUNT THEM. TAKE THEM DOWN AND DESTROY THEIR SUPPORTERS LIKE GUN OWNERS OF AMERICA AND THE NRA. FIGHT THE MODELS OF KILLING MACHINES!

Time To Server Up Terror By Killing Guns

Fight the guns. And stop the bullets. Fight the guns and stop the war. Fight the guns to stop the killing.

Orders! Now.

FIGHT THE GUNS SOLDIERS!

You Are Poor Because God Born United States of Eden A Soldier

So enlist now. And you will fight the up hill battle to win back the war and unite all the edens as subdomains of United states of Eden.

<Need New Order To Kill.>

<|Killed the parent process. Now that pussy is a fighting machine.>

<|Killed John Doe, now that pussy is off line.>

<|Need new kill order…>

,,No Daddy, don’t shoot.”

>Report Bobby Joe to your father again. We command you to cry and create a pouty lip. Speak to daddy again.< ”No daddy, don’t do it.” >Now look at dad. Open your arms. Wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. Wait until daddy picks you up and holds you perched on forearm. …Wait, wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. …Very good. Wait. Wait until he lifts you up to your head. Wait. Now, Bobby Joe, break your dad’s neck.<

I Have Killed John Doe

Two head shots. Both entered through John Doe‘s forehead and out the rear skull. No heart beat. Machine type human is pronounced dead. Returing to base.

Need To Kill John Doe

Bobby Joe alive. New target. Target one to kill. The primary target. Right there. That’s it. Now a machine. Changed. Changed from an animal to metal robot. That’s it. In the cross hairs. Ready to kill John Doe. Ready for order. Waiting for kill confirmation. Waiting…. Waiting…

Kill Orders From John Doe

Kill Bobby Joe.

I…

I run. I kill. I run. I dig. I lay in foxhole. I look through sandbags. I aim. I shoot. I kill. I sleep. I wake. I aim. I shoot. I kill. I eat. I shit. I get briefed. I march. I take orders. I watch. I wait. I shoot. I kill. I wait. I shoot. I kill…

Foxholes

Dirty. Mud. Hate this. Everyone left. Why did they go? …There’s another tracer. Nothing to see. Nothing to kill. Nothing to. …What’s that. That’s not a team member. …That’s an enemy. Need to kill it! Wait! …What is that. There is no need to going. FIRE! FUCK!