that I will one day after my Dark Future Short Stories write a modern version of the Count de Monte Cristo in which a gambling master and Top G finds his true love to start a war with all his Gs as support ending in him using it all for only one reason: Being married happily after.
I won't call it How I fucked the Matrix, promised.
PS: In the meantime, if I was in touch and just a freak, I would recomend him to get a G3 Heckler and Koch or surprising me with a Colt M16, instead of an AK-47. You wann shoot a Queen instead of a reliable bitch. Super reliable, but a bitch that is all over the place for a reason so. Some ranges allow to keep a rifle stored in some contries with restricted use. Like the range owns it at least.
