Indeed, Gehnra started looking like a woman. He did, however, hold on to the valuable Sammat troops… (OooOOoo foreshadowing!!) He began frequenting Shisha Bars and resigned his post at POOFT. Genhra, on account of his Oedipus/Hamlet complex, took his mother’s death quite hard. Some weirdos began saying her death was caused by some sort of automated logic system, and that everyone was simply a mirage for a greater, all-powerful being, almost like a game. Eventually local Imams began saying it was a simple act of God. As it turns out, nobody knew what happened, and even Gehnra couldn’t solve the mystery, despite having every POOFTer in Thatta working the case. Umer, being away on “business” (read: doinking Afghan babes in Quetta) hurried back to find out the cause of this mysterious occurrence. Heer, the beloved wife/mother combo to our protagonists died suddenly in what can only be described as a “Family Tragedy”. Gehra was the best POOFTer the city had ever seen. In addition, Umer appointed his son as the head of the Police Offices of Thatta, better known as POOFT. He turned into quite an able general, and Umer trusted him with the Malikate of Sindh’s royal army, which consisted of the only non-pisspoor troops the Sindhis would field for a bazillion years. Umer planned his entire future out in one 5-minute search orgy at GoogleImage:Īs Gehnra grew old, Umer was pleased with his development. He had visions of all the activities he would do with his son: playing baseball, sharing hot dogs, trolling for mall ass. A short, largely stupid, and yet somewhat humorous (assuming your sense of humor is as lively as a dried up porcupine carcass) AAR.
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