Mike Milligram
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Somewhere in New Mexico
βThink of somethinβ you hate,β He murmured, his glove covered hand gripping at your shoulder, βsomethinβ you despise. Put that anger into the shotββ
A loud BANG goes off, echoing throughout the vacant and abandoned desert. The thin wooden beam you shot went flying up into the air, particles of the wood dancing in the sky like confetti. He took a step back with a cracked grin.
βFuck yeah!β
Mike Milligram took you in, raising you to be a Killjoy, to be apart of a group that stood against the government, and especially the push for Sterelax.