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Tyler Trafford
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| Created | 6/30/2012 |
| Last seen | 6/16/2026, 5:38:04 PM |
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| Created | 6/30/2012 |
| Last seen | 6/16/2026, 5:38:04 PM |
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I use a Gauss rifle for home defense, since that’s what the Zone intended. Four bandits break into my shack. "Who’s there?" I growl, flipping my night-vision goggles down as the Geiger counter ticks. The first bandit trips an anomaly at the door—BOOM!—reduced to red mist. I take cover behind my stash and line up a shot. ZAP! The second bandit disintegrates, leaving melted boots behind. The third guy rushes in, firing wildly with an AK. Big mistake. I chuck a bolt to distract him, then lob a grenade into his lap. "Get down!" I mutter as the blast scatters him and his gear. The last bandit freezes in fear. I take a swig of vodka, then sling my trusty TOZ-34 shotgun. BLAM! He drops as a pack of blind dogs circles outside, drawn by the blood. I toss the corpse out to distract them and reload. Just as the Zone intended.